Hibernation 2020
I’m hibernating
but keeping good company
with invisible essentials
from waking dreams
With the snap of fingers
comes a ghost dance inventory
where one day bleeds
and the next is saved
From a paint box sun
with paper and pen
words on pages
take names
With no expectations
and a to-do list erased
I’m getting used to
not being seen
_______Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
December 20th, 2020 1:39 am
invisible essentials
from waking dreams….
I’m getting used to
not being seen….
I love this poem and totally connect to it! Happy holidays, Colleen!
December 20th, 2020 2:49 am
Ah, but I think you are doing some good seeing and even seeing into yourself.
December 20th, 2020 4:54 am
I feel as if I’ve been hibernating since March, Colleen, with a five-day respite at the beginning of August. The final stanza of your poem really resonates. I hope your Christmas is as merry and bright as possible and that the New Year will give us some freedom again.
December 20th, 2020 7:00 am
I agree with you but this last year has been a trial hasn’t it with precautions necessary to avoid Covid contact. Sadly there’s more yet promised for 2021.
December 20th, 2020 11:05 am
Yes, hibernation may become a habit. You’ve put it perfectly.
December 20th, 2020 11:26 am
that’s right, 2020 seems to be hibernating. hoping 2021 will be very much better for everyone.
Happy Holidays, Colleen!
December 20th, 2020 11:50 am
“No expectation and a to-do list erased…” What a wonderful day that would be!
December 20th, 2020 11:51 am
Oh, yeah; this hermetic codger really resonates with that final stanza. Stay well, CR. Write on.
December 20th, 2020 1:37 pm
The times do feel like a mass hibernation, don’t they? At least we aren’t alone–or without paper or ink–in our isolation.
December 20th, 2020 2:27 pm
The world agrees …. and though the subject is heavy, I love your light-handed spin.
December 20th, 2020 3:07 pm
Well, you’ve pretty well described the world that many of us live in right now. Maybe, if we’re lucky,
the world will be far different a year from now, and you’ll be able to write a new poem. Hope so! Meanwhile, Merry Christmas to the Unseen You!
December 20th, 2020 6:50 pm
You’ve woken me from vibration, loving to look at trees.
December 20th, 2020 6:53 pm
That was supposed to be hibernation. Must have forgotten how to use words. Chelsea
December 20th, 2020 7:46 pm
I always look foward to my visits here, Colleen. Your talent is so enjoyable. Blessings on you and yours this holiday season!
December 21st, 2020 3:30 pm
Yes, I too am getting used to not being seen. I feel my writing and my steps into art would not have come if not for the forced isolation this pandemic has brought. Some sparkles in the fog of 2020.
December 24th, 2020 8:44 am
Love a to-do list erased, a paint box, and your closing lines.
Happy Holidays!
January 4th, 2021 6:52 am
Great closing lines. I hope we all have a better 2021. Happy new Year!