So much for being organised and thinking that I was getting ahead or at least where I should be with all the Christmas planning - nothing quite like a little chest infection to floor the best laid plans. Never mind, I count myself lucky that I could secure a swift GP appointment and that I have friends and family ready to step in to help so that I can stop for a while and rest. I only tell you all this because it has made me behind on posting today and has made creative thought more difficult. I would have put more viewpoints into this but I'm just accepting that for today, I will just post the poem that I intended to craft this blog post around. This was written back when we spent a lot of time confined to our own rooms, with only our windows to look through for views of the outside world. It formed part of a poetry book called Click and Connect, referencing how we kept in touch in a virtual way, back then. I hope you enjoy it.
View from my Window
Each morning I raise the curtain on a new day,
My roller blind revealing the rooftop scene,
From my seat at the window,
The world sits outside,
Same scene, different season,
New day, new reason to watch for a moment...
From here, stretching out, are tower blocks and trees,
The hint of hills in the distance, before them
a church spire protrudes,
Piercing the sky
and a child's cry shifts my gaze for a moment...
The foreground - a patchwork quilt of suburbia,
Haphazard gardens and higgledy sheds,
Some with no order,
Each marked with a border - I pause...
In this moment, my daily morning moment...
I have watched for a year, this view from my window,
Through snow and rain or radiant sun,
Silent at times, or full of sounds,
Colours and shapes shift,
Mood falls and then lifts, all in a moment...
Karen Honnor: 'Click and Connect - A Collection of Hope.' 2021
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