July has sunk! Long live July, July, July!


From blackened skies the sun still tries to shine,
But raindrops fall, in never-ending stream.
Left cold and wet, limp laundry hugs the line,
A lightning bolt and thunder split the scene.
Will summer come before the seasons change?
Will deck chairs flap in warm and golden sand?
From break of day, the weather, very strange,
Along the coast and right across the land.
Who calls the tune? Who makes the garden green?
Gives us sun-light and warmth to make plants grow?
Now pours the rain upon the muddy scene,
As if to mock, and kill, the seeds we sow.
Across the sky, an answer will remind,
A rainbow arch with gold for us to find!

Lin
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Ezinda and team,
I hope you are all fit and well.
Please can you look at title etc. of this thread and make it say 'too lazy to trawl' instead of 'to lazy to trawl'

Thank you

Lin
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Hi Lin,

This is done.

Hope you're feeling better since your posts earlier this morning.

Ezinda

Thank you. I was feeling better but now I'm starting to go off again! Up and Down, Up and Down!
I am listening to the radio at the moment and someone has just said - It's hard to hug a robot. Now, that seems a good line for a poem so if I get going with that - it might take my mind off other things.

Lin
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It’s hard to hug a robot when you’re feeling sad,
Something softer is what’s called for, when things are looking bad.
An iPhone or a lap-top can never hug you back,
It’s something in their make-up, it’s softness that they lack.
Give me a furry teddy or hot wheat bag filled with beans,
Or a special kind of someone who knows what my sadness means.
An old cardi or a jumper you knitted long ago,
A cushion or a pillow or a cuddly, fleecy throw.
The radio or the telly, I suppose may have a place,
When you’re feeling lonely, they provide a happy face.
No, a robot’s not the answer, it will not ‘do’ at all!
When you’re feeling rotten, who is it that you call?

Lin
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Hi,Lin. Hope you're feeling better..

When you're feeling rotten
It's good to be at home,
To feel the safety net around you
Of the familiar and the known.
When you're feeling lonely,
It's good to cuddle up
And remember all the good times
Of an overflowing cup.

But ultimately there's no one
For any of us at all,
Who can truly empathise
And respond to a desperate call.
So let us all together
In the forum here unite
And be there for each other
In the words that we now write.

ElleMac - that was sensational. Thank-you. Yes! Med working again now.

Lin
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FREEZE FRAME - Too few Meds
Inert,
Frozen to the spot,
I’m inside but can’t get out,
The irony of the living hell
That dyskinesia brings about.

Immovable,
Aware that time is ticking by,
I see the clock, can move my eye,
But all else is beyond my control.

I tell myself,
For God sake………………………………… MOVE!
And my watchful eye waits for consent,
For appendages to signal they approve,
Confirm they understand the message sent.

Eventually,
Tick,
Then,
Tremor,
……………….
Then,
Shake,
As my appendages refuse my command to take.

Finally ,
Mutiny reigns,
As 10 derailed commands arrive simultaneously, from my brain,
And the whole damn grid shuts down once more,
Itself to ZOMBIE default mode restores,
And suddenly I’m stuck for sure
Ironically inside an open door.

Oh Marcel - I know exactly what you mean - a perfect description of a vile condition.

Lin
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marcel
freezing is something i am not yet acquainted with, but having read your poem i think i understand it much more. very good indeed.