In This Limbo
I’m trapped in this limbo cave
Between here now and being there
Like being between the break of dawn
And making your morning debut
Like starting your breakfast fair
And the larders completely bare
Like being showered and cleansed
And doing your spruce for no-one at all
Like being ready for today
And there’s no tomorrow ’til fall
My time’s standing still here in limbo
And my patience is wearing away
Like the sunset and its extended dusk
And there’s only that vacant twilight zone
Like going to that luncheon date
And there’s no girl on her chair
Like travelling to town at night
And the streets are dark and empty
Like they’re all hiding from you
And waiting for your midnight showdown
Like being in this limbo cave
And no-where to go, no-where at all
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Photo by Ivor Steven
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This is so poignant, Ivor! I can understand the feeling of being in a limbo.
Thank you Punam… yes these are trying times indeed 😊🌏
Thank you for publishing my poem
A vivid description of living in lockdown, Ivor! Wonderfully expressed, stunning similes and imagery! <3 May it soon be over. Spring is just around the corner!
Thank you for your thoughtful comments here on CHW … and it seems to be getting worse here Victoria .. 😊🌏
So topically apt
Thank you Derrick … and nothing is normal anymore
Poignant and feelings of being stifled wonderfully expressed, Ivor.
Thank you Eugenia, .. and we are all feeling stifled in one way or another ..
Well written and wonderful images Ivor. They are indeed challenging times in Victoria.
Thank you Jo… our normal regimes are definitely out of kilter … and when is your first article up at CHW…
soon Ivor. Just going through the editing process 🙂
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