Day 38: Raw Poetry

Northwest Washington is experiencing some rain this week.  Most of us are well equipped for walking in the rain, but if you can find a sunshine break to get in a mile or more of a walk it is perfect!

The monthly poetry discussion group I’ve been apart of since October 2015 is meeting on a weekly basis during the shutdown.  We call it Poetry Club: Pandemic Edition, find us on Facebook.  Somehow we have been discussing the work of Robert Frost for ALL of April.  We got stuck on his work and can’t get off that bus.   The discussions are stimulating, nonetheless, thanks mostly to the host Ron Leatherbarrow, who taught Frost at a collegiate level.

Here is the rough poem I’m sharing with the group for critique.  It’s a poem I found in my writing journal from 2017:

Sawdust
by Shannon Laws

“And, as my way is, I begin to dream, resting my elbows on the desk and leaning out of the window a little,” -John Ashbery

As I stand to look out the windows of the factory,
I wish I did not have to sweep this floor on such
a summer’s Saturday.
I imagine, past the trees and along the waterfront,
people are walking with inner peace.
And I envy them—they are so far away from me!
No one has to worry about working five hours of
overtime to help pay their bills.
And, as my way is, I imagine myself small, a doll
in the hand of a god.
The mill—a toy house and the window fills up
with the freckled face of the child that plays.
If the real world is large and I just a toy, still I would
want to run free.
Freedom is better than shelter and care, I bravely think.
But inward I know I only have what others have given.
So, here I am, under the press of having to shovel a
mound of sawdust into the bin.

 


My Netflix queue is Peaky Blinders, Ozark, Dracula, Outlander, the very silly DC’s Legends of Tomorrow, and the original Star Trek with special effects remastered.  Star Trek could be a drinking game; take a shot of tequila every time a woman apologizes for almost being raped.  Oh my gosh, I did not know how sexist that show was!

Have a good day!  Be nice to yourself and those around you!  -Shannon

 

Day 5: Miscounted Stock of TP

The Daily Dose of Internet is one of my favorite chill channels.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.  It is difficult to NOT watch too much TV during the lockdown.  As a lover of zombie movies, I noticed there are MORE zombie and epidemic movies lined up in my Hulu and Netflix this month.  One of my favorites is “Kingdom” from South Korea.  Just like the way they reacted to the coronavirus of today, the South Koreans in the show systematically wreck those zombies UP!

Edit: toilet paper roll count is 27.

1) an observed joy- Yesterday I received an inquiry from the Opportunity Council and the local food bank if any of our families would like to have a box of food from the food bank delivered to their homes. YES! Two of my moms cried tears of relief over the phone when I shared the news with them.  (I’m crying again thinking about it.) It is never a good time to be poor, more so during a lockdown. The trauma level double folds.

2) a real concern- I am concerned about my case families. They all have kids, little to no income. Searching for jobs during a pandemic is discouraging, to say the least. Bellingham is a mix of have and have-nots like most American cities.  However, in my 52 years, I’ve lived in 8 cities, and Bellingham is one of the most giving communities I’ve had the pleasure to live in.   Regardless, every day of this lockdown the vice grip twists down on our nation’s lower and struggling working-class tighter and tighter.  I will continue to search for opportunities for the families during this time.

3) a personal challenge-  Once again my brain is not in full pandemic mode.  At the grocery store the other day, I stopped in the aisle before the checkout lanes, thinking I forgot something.  While I was in my own head, my peripheral vision noticed a wide-eyed woman standing, staring at me.  It took me a second to figure out why.  I was standing in the middle of a space, with less than 6 feet on either side for her to get by me.  She patiently stood there waiting for me to wake up and move to the right to let her pass.  Thank you lady for your patience.

4) one personal success (no matter how small)- I read for an hour, prayed for 20 minutes and meditated for ten minutes.

5) a random thought (no matter how silly)- The community board appears to have an increase of “found” pets.  Are people kicking their pets out due to the costs to feed them?

Here is one of my favorite photos. Be safe. Be healthy. Be patient.  Be well. -spl