Tabatha Yeatts of The Opposite of Indifference is our lovely and thoughtful host today for Poetry Friday. She's sharing an original poem giving advice during this challenging time using the most caring words. You will love it!
I have written that during this time I have been, am, scattered. This results in a flitting from thing to thing, asking myself, what next? before I've even finished the current task.
Thus,
a Dictionary online defines ‘scrap’ as “a small piece or amount of something, especially one that is left over after the greater part has been used. You can see from my hasty collage what is taking my time. I've written notes on the wonderful notecards from Robyn Hood Black. I've done a bit of inventory work at the bookstore, carrying along my Clorox wipes. I'm reading from Irene Latham's and Charles Waters' new Dictionary, reading Internment (apt perhaps?), reading Cosy, a bit of joy, enjoying lessons from Peanuts and Tuffy, The Tugboat (read that page), and of course the New Yorker. And I'm walking to find nature's gifts. I'm fortunate that I can be home, but so often wish I was elsewhere!
Scraps – Now That The Greater Part Has Been Used
S o I’m trying hard to find some
C ogent argument to stay on a schedule.
R ealistically, the idiom “all the time in the world”
A t last, seems like a gift, does it not?
P lease don’t expect much production, however.
S cattered motions from task to task only fill hours of empty.
Linda Baie ©
Best of my wishes to each of you during this sad time in our history. There are moments of celebrating humans who are doing good and I am so grateful for them.