A Blursday Poem for Weekly Scriblings -- Every day is Blursday
(59F and Raining at 5AM)
(I'll be hanging out at the
Blue Dot--another long Day)
Days of the Week;
my how we change (not)
Every day is Blursday
For nineteen years
I've been
calling them Saturday
Except for Sundays
Nineteen years and three months
ago
I retired from twenty-two years
of teaching
Since for all that time I've been
thinking of them as Saturdays
I have to mark the calendar
like a prisoner does
to keep the days straight
But now the COVID has come
along. A thief in the night
It kills and maims, you name
So we all hide
Hide when we've nothing pressing
hiding in our homes
hiding our faces when we're out
trying to keep the monster Corona virus
from spreading
Monotony
Worse than all Saturdays is this
new Blursday
A writer's note:
Before teaching my working life had started:
1) three years - factory work
2) five years - U.S. Army
3) nineteen - Aerospace Engineer at NASA.
(I finished college part time, eleven years, three degrees, while at NASA)
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- Prose Poem and top Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Magaly Guerrero* for her neat prompt and bottom picture at Weekday Scribblings # 48 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/12/weekly-scribblings-48-words-of.html?m=1
- I chose 2. Blursday, see note below, as a prompt word/idea for this writing
- NOTE: **Magaly "invite(d) us to write new poetry or prose where the central theme revolves around one or more of the following five words:
1. Allyship (n. active support for the rights of a minority or marginalized group without being a member of it),
2. Blursday (n. a day of the week that is indistinguishable from any other),
3. Covidiot (n. a person who disobeys guidelines designed to prevent the spread of Covid-19),
4. Doomscrolling (n. the action of compulsively scrolling through social media or news feeds which relate bad news),
5. Virtue-signalling (n. the public expression of opinions or sentiments intended to demonstrate one’s good character or the moral correctness of one’s position on a particular issue)."
- The list of her new "words' grew lomger overnight, see them all at the link above
Labels: Poem, prose poem, Weekly Scribbling
11 Comments:
I know that feeling, Jim!
You had me at that wonderful first line.
Color my world (color my dot) ... my dot is green today. Happy Blursday.
I think you've captured the Blursday feeling so well, Jim. In the past, I always knew what day it was. After COVID, I find myself having to look at the calendar more and more and more...
Monotony is the worst, and it steals days. I feel for my son, in his mid-20s and nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to do things with. It's very depressing for him.
With your busy past a normal retirement must have been nice, but you sound like the kind who gets bored and stir crazy now!
I've always liked and looked forward to Saturdays. I can relate to the "every day is Blursday" feeling though.
The sameness of blursdays is hypnotic, is it not? Were it not for my pill dispenser, I'd not know which day of the week it is!
Recognising Blursday may well save your life as those that deny everything pretend Covid will not affect them, whereas mask and distance will no doubt see you through.
Ah Blursday... its a stuck in yersterday/today kind of day
Nice write Jim
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💜love
AS long as we are with the ones we love -
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