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tim's Bits and Pieces - 59. Groundhog Day

Not a happy poem ... pandemic sadness and depression

It escapes me, the reasons for living

as does the joy in just being me

life is all questions, and I ponder

the reasons we are here at all

 

Live in the present, people like to tell me

I would, if I could figure out how

It’s the future that I consider

And the inevitable for which I wait

 

I am aware that time is passing

Understand what I’ve lost is my fault

But I can’t seem to change what I feel

Or believe in the lies about hope

 

My days are loops of depression and despair

Broken by lightness, here and there, then it's gone

They repeat and are bound to, again and again

I am trapped in my own Groundhog Day

                           ***

If you have hope... hang on to it. Take care.
Copyright © 2018 Mikiesboy; All Rights Reserved.
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If there is one holiday that has always struck me as superstitious it is what we here call Maria Lichtmess (= the mass of Mary of the Light or whatever), on the second of February. even as a (very pious Catholic) child I could not get my head around that ritual at church: Crossed candles, lit, and what the hell did they have to do with fish bones in my throat? It is one thing I have never understood.

At the moment, so much is different, so much is in question.

Living in the present - how does that make sense?  As a piece of advice it seems to be useless: if you live in the present, ok, if you do not, how can you ever be forced/ convinced, lured, made to do it???? Either you do or you don't. And how can you live if not in the present???

Life to me in these uncertain times is in the swoop of the blue tits who have taken over one of our birdhouses for raising their young when they fly into the tiny opening.

It is the smell of new greens in the garden. The song of the nightingale at night. The sound of the cuckoo during the day from afar.

The future is in the blue tits' nest.  I have been hearing it for days now, more and more lively. At first I hardly dared believe that there is new life in there. It was. 

To me, the future is nowhere else. birds' nests. Definitely not anything to do with me...

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On 5/9/2020 at 5:39 PM, mayday said:

If there is one holiday that has always struck me as superstitious it is what we here call Maria Lichtmess (= the mass of Mary of the Light or whatever), on the second of February. even as a (very pious Catholic) child I could not get my head around that ritual at church: Crossed candles, lit, and what the hell did they have to do with fish bones in my throat? It is one thing I have never understood.

At the moment, so much is different, so much is in question.

Living in the present - how does that make sense?  As a piece of advice it seems to be useless: if you live in the present, ok, if you do not, how can you ever be forced/ convinced, lured, made to do it???? Either you do or you don't. And how can you live if not in the present???

Life to me in these uncertain times is in the swoop of the blue tits who have taken over one of our birdhouses for raising their young when they fly into the tiny opening.

It is the smell of new greens in the garden. The song of the nightingale at night. The sound of the cuckoo during the day from afar.

The future is in the blue tits' nest.  I have been hearing it for days now, more and more lively. At first I hardly dared believe that there is new life in there. It was. 

To me, the future is nowhere else. birds' nests. Definitely not anything to do with me...

For some reason... this is dated May 9, 2020... and today i received the notification of it .. very odd if you did post it today.. and odder still if you did on May 9, 2020 and i am just seeing it now.

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