Shadows Fall Beneath the Light

I am so very bored with virus I must say

The only thing I want is to go out and play

An atheist myself I even learnt about to pray

Minimalist isolation has become my lonely way

I am a haystack with no needle left in disarray


Descartes says doubt and think and then you are

Plato delves into a cave and looks at shadows far

Freud by the couch puffs on his twenty first cigar

Sartre's existence before essence only seems bizarre


When all that's left appears to be to stare at walls

Jerusalem Jericho China Mexico and no shopping malls

The bricks stand firm and my resilience slowly falls


The flying carpet of my fantasy is upside down and out

Rooftops are closed and therefore I cannot even shout


Confinement slices my emotions like a wicked reaper 


Even procrastination does not suffice to make my day

Its difficult to notice feathers underneath the viscous tar

Hung and quartered dark moods proceed as evening calls

A hermit's plight's loincloth draped on my body getting stout

Time to reconsider my dream of working as lighthouse keeper


06th April 2020

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Smith Avatar
April 10, 2020 at 5:53 PM
I must be one of the lucky ones who learnt to entertain myself. Maybe I have also got bigger than normal ego. I d rate your poem though which gives some great analagies and will read more of your work. Regards Davide in NZ
Neumann Avatar
April 11, 2020 at 6:38 AM
Thank you David. I am actually also quite good with isolation. My parents gave me the gift of reading. And my wife and I have stockpiled books over decades. Kind wishes, Kai
Adams Avatar
April 7, 2020 at 10:03 PM
I imagine this is sort of like the life of a lighthouse keeper, being secluded, nowhere to really go...but at least they had the beauty of the sea to gaze at... hope you are staying safe... hugs
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April 8, 2020 at 7:59 AM
I love the view from lighthouses, I have been in one that is open for visitors...I did manage to live blocks from the ocean and just love having the windows open and listening to the sounds of the ocean...or walking out with your dog in the morning and hearing it... my dog loved to walk on the beach with me as long as I didn't take her to the water's edge...
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April 8, 2020 at 5:02 AM
Thank you Sandra. I never wanted to be a lighthouse keeper, but always wanted to live in a lighthouse. Never did, but I manage to live a few miles from the beach. Kind wishes, Kai
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April 6, 2020 at 7:36 PM
Time to reconsider the loneliness of a lighthouse keeper! So right you are. As a Christian this is hard...without prayer there is nowhere to turn. Be safe and let’s hope this comes to a conclusion!
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