Lunch

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I haven't had the energy to match socks in years
the smallest things become the largest chores
and I always find myself wanting to do more

I've opened the window instead
there's a comforting breeze and the birds have come with spring
it's dreary but clearing, sort of like my head

my dog lies at my feet while I lie back down in bed
the important things are done 
  (but I suspect I haven't fooled anyone)
my dog's sad eyes match mine 
and if I start to cry I know he'll start to whine
it's like he knows what I feel inside

a chance glance outside my window spies a bunny
hop, hop, hopping across my lawn
I view this as a positive sign

it's almost lunch time.

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Reviews

[redzone]

seems like every time I read one of your poems I go straight to my favorites and ADD.... it's becoming kind of a tradition Ana... oh and that bunny... er.. twas me, telling you time to go eat and come out side and play "tag", to hell with those socks, they never really matched anyway... okay on a serious note, your poem was one of those that you don't forget, it haunt you and make you come back to read again and again to make sure you haven't missed any words or emotions...

"and if I start to cry I know he'll start to whine
it's like he knows what I feel inside"
and with these words you make the reader sit back down and lower his/her head and say Hi I'm here... the way you write brings out the feelings of sadness and empathy... and without saying anything wanting to go and make you some soup or at the very least match some socks... (I swear as soon as that package of socks was opened not one sock matched.. ever... couldn't even blame it on the washing machine twilight zone or Schroeder's cat) anyway, what I am trying to say with all these silly words is Ana, you make us feel... and THAT is what poetry, art should do!!! hope you can tell I liked to poem... ;0)

[Ana Papaya]

Very much appreciate the thoughtful comment, Curt.
:) I'm off to play tag now. (:

[redzone]

YEAH!!! Oh and by the way, tag you’re it... 🤪

[Ana Papaya]

Not fair. I can't run as fast as I used to!

[redzone]

It was a sneak attack Ana, I had to do that since my knees don’t run fast anymore either... it will be the slow pokes tag...

[barleygirl]

I've been wanting to say all this about my life, living thru old age, for a long time, but didn't know how to make the ordinariness of it sound as sparkling as you've made it in this poem. After living in the wilderness alone for the last 10 years, I reached the point where I just don't care about all the busy noisy manufactured issues that swirl around most people all the time. I could clean up the ash fall that's all over, inside my cabin (from this summer's 3 nearby fires) but the weather's still hot here & I can clean when it cools. I can match socks after my garden stops entertaining me for the season, after I pluck & cure my marijuana buds, I'm on such a different wavelength than anyone else I know my age, but old age comes with the magical promise of being forgetful. I can't remember any of those "shoulds" so I'm content to buzz off on my own decade-long tangent. I'm so tired of humans & all the noise & drama they stir up. Your poem gives me permission to just carry on in my own weird isolated way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ana Papaya]

Just keep doing your thing Margie. :)
So glad you get what I'm saying. (:

[Coyote Poetry]

We need the energy of a rabbit, or maybe a child. I liked the wild thoughts leading to a positive ending. Thank you dear Ana for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Ana Papaya]

I appreciate your kind thoughts here Coyote. Thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your work dear Ana and you are welcome.

[Chris]

Back to bed with the blues. Somedays that's all you can do. You have to find
your own happiness and that isn't always easy. Bunnies and birds help Ana:)

Chris

[Ana Papaya]

Bunnies and birds sure do help. Thanks for popping in on this one Chris :)

[Anastasia]

This poem has all the positive signs one requires to feel better when one is hit by the blues. The secret to happiness isn't some rocket science. It is just about counting our treasures. There is always a choice. Either go on Feeling terrible or just look around us and gather strength from what we have and you do just that with this motivational poetry. Thank you.

[Ana Papaya]

Hi Sabrina, thanks for the really nice comment. :)

[Neville]

this is an amazing depiction of the black dog depression ..... I take my hat and collar off to thee .. sadly quite splendid .... Neville

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks Neville. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when all we have to look forward to is lunch...that is bleary...
my socks are all white and all the same...easiest to match them...
often with my mood...blank...
I think i will make some dinner now.

your poem made me hungry for something to be happy about.
j.

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you Jacob
I hope you found something to satisfy that hunger.
(:

[Lorry]

I just knew you would be the kind of person to feed stray bunnies Ana, and as anyone with a child, pet or other will attest, you can't hide much from them, even when you need to.

Ps... I only buy one brand and colour of socks... problem solved 😀

[Ana Papaya]

That's a very clever sock strategy. :)
Thank you for the comment Lorry (:

[Paul Bell]

Now, is the bunny for dinner, or is that just a metaphor for it is lunchtime.
Washing machines hate socks too, probably why they eat them, though they only seem to eat single socks, isn't that strange. What was for lunch that day.

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you, Paul.
Seems to be a common problem, about the socks.
For lunch, I honestly cannot remember what or if I had any on that day. :) It would not have been the bunny.

[Paul Bell]

lol, bunny free day.

[albee]

Melancholy molasses grips at times “the smallest things become the largest chores.”
It’s not sweet or holy. But sometimes when a bird song breeze blows, sugar rains and my spirit revives.

[Ana Papaya]

The birdsong breeze ... that sounds like music to my ears. Who could possibly stay down for too long with such sounds thank you for the comment, albee

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I liked the detail and insight to a life not so much my own.
"my dog's sad eyes match mine
and if I start to cry I know he'll start to whine
it's like he knows what I feel inside" - these lines were my fave.
Wonderfully explained and expressed. tyfs

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you so much for this comment Cyprian. :)