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POSTCARD#362: Bangkok: The Government on Friday, April 03, 2020, reported 103 new local cases of Covid-19, raising the total to 1,978, and four new deaths which increased the toll to 19. Thailand is a small country about the size of Texas. Efforts at containment of the virus means we are on stay-at-home conditions although some goods and services are still being delivered. I haven’t been out of the house for two weeks… have everything I need. We get most things by a masked man on a motorbike. He always gets a tip from this household.

My sense of being at home is quiet and at ease because we are provincial. Also the busy road network all around is deserted right now – everyone working from home if possible. So there’s time to reflect on what else is going on in our World of people on stay-at-home conditions.

Fortunately there’s also…

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Public Service Announcement: Double Senryu

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

Tell ‘ee what to do
Televisions, telephones.
Dangers lurk. Beware!

But ‘ee may stay home
If ‘ee know what’s good for ‘ee
Don’t look out, look in.

Leftovers

LEFTOVERS

Trying to use up
These bits and pieces
She never finished

Cornflour
Paper tissues
(Bless you)

I don’t use much of either
See, me, I prefer cotton
Prefer wholemeal

It’s eighteen months
And there’s plenty left yet
She doesn’t need them now

Let Me Explain: Senryu

LET ME EXPLAIN

He says not a word
He offers her a flower
Nods his head, smiles

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

Social distancing? Not a problem. ❤️ 🙂

Shelfishness: Shadorma

SHELFISHNESS

Empty shelves
Tug at sleeves, whisper
“Get some more”
“Just in case”
Fearfulness, senselessness, greed
Enough already

Twaddle: Shadorma

TWADDLE

They talk of
A future, get us
Believing.
What nonsense!
For they may only surmise
As may we.

Death is nothing at all / Smrt nije ništa

Timely.

Medju javom i medj' snom

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it…

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All’s Well

ALL’S WELL

All is one
If not won
Not as yet
Patience
Patience

We are our
Own doctor
Patience
Patience
All in good time

Come Back. Over.

COME BACK. OVER.

Who cared? Who cares?
Who learned? Who learns?
Who fails to learn

who cares who fails
to learn this far down
their very own rabbit hole?

Grubby weathered report
holed up in a cornered pocket.

Darkness. Silence. Stillness.

Out of echoes of memory.
Send me some fresh news.

Come back. Over.
Repeat: send memories of echo.
Come back. Over.

Remember that day
we swore to bring down
the house?

I love you!

Wild Scared Crazy

A million and one ways to say I love you
But none seems to suit you.

I’d go down on my knees for you,
But that’s too cliched.
You deserve something more intricate,
Something original, just as you are.

I’d promise you a life time,
But that would be the greatest lie.
For neither you nor I,
Know what the future holds.

I’d say I’ll keep you happy,
But I’ve let you down too many times.
And as much as I’d try,
I’d don’t trust myself.

I’d say you’re the reason I smile,
But you’re also the reason I cry.
You’ve hurt me like no one else,
We’ve had good days and bad days.

I’d write you a poetry,
But words are too less to describe you.
I’d give you a bouquet of roses,
But that would just dry away.

So darling, can you just read my eyes?
Hear the…

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