A Break from Routine

 

{Happy Easter to those who celebrate it, and a wonderful Sunday to those who do not.  The picture above has a variety of yummy gummy bears and jelly beans and chocolate peanuts courtesy of a local candy shop in Jacksonville, Sweet Pete’s   I siphoned them off the usual Easter haul of my now grownup children.  The teacup is an original creation of my daughter, Madelaine LeDew, and the basket is of indeterminate origin. 

Hope you enjoy my poem about how all our lives are upended these days, and all we wish for, is for things to get back to normal. 

As for the last line, artistic hyperbole. Knock on wood I’m wrong about that.  Feeling well so far.  Stay safe and stay well, yourself,  and thank you, for taking time to read!}

 

Variety is the spice of life.

But what good is variety now?

I want sameness.

I want dullness.

I want to cry

In my mother’s arms.

 

Variety is the spice of life.

But this chili pot’s

Too full of cayenne.

Hot.  Inedible.

Indigestion

Welling, from my trembling gut.

 

Variety is the spice of life.

But not of its length!

Those rotten bandits,

Lurking, Pouncing,

Nabbing hours,

Robbing us deaf and dumb and blind!

 

Variety is the spice of life.

Yet polyglot change?

Now, what’s familiar,

Is suddenly strange,

Disorienting:

Foreign words in foreign lands.

 

Variety is the spice of life.

But give me routine, any day!

The Sunday paper.

Sweets at three,

What good’s this ungodly variety?

It’ll be the death of me.

 

Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew

 

For a critique of change of a different kind, that is, of the facts, read Revisionism.