Another covid/isolation poem from March 2020, although my revised version here is almost a complete rewrite. Good news, today I made a small but noticeable improvement
Boy in a Bubble (Revised)
I’m living inside a bubble, unable to flee
Shadows are drifting away from me
Shivering silhouettes are beyond arms reach
I’m an isolated grain of sand from yesterday’s beach
I’m sleeping alone within my crazy daydreams
Thinking of life and wishing to be with my honey and cream*
This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees
Now I’m sleepwalking, toward the forest’s hugging tree
*Honey and Cream: refers to “Cream and Honey” a poem from my book “Tullawalla”, >> https://www.amazon.com.au/s?k=Tullawalla&crid=1FWSLQYMP5NLQ&sprefix=tullawalla%2Caps%2C300&ref=nb_sb_noss_1
Cream and Honey
I dream of what might have been
Dream of what I have not seen
Snow on top of lover’s hill
Cream filling my empty till
I had forgotten what could have been
Forgotten what I had already seen
Flowers on top of her wooden bier
Honey kisses, and my empty fear
I am dreaming of where I have been
Dreaming of what no-one is ever seen
Snowflakes silently melting in her palm
Cream and honey, my lover’s balm
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020