Laura writes…

I’ve found that haikus
while away a lockdown day
rather pleasantly:

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Isn’t it funny
how we are all so alone
in this together?

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Inspiration comes
in flashes — they disappear
if you don’t catch them.

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Things can disappear:
where do memories go when
they are forgotten?

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Is a memory
still a memory if you
can’t remember it?

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Pray, why do washing
machines lie about time left?
Five minutes is twelve.

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There are hours ahead;
the day stretches before me.
In a flash it’s gone.

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I still don’t have time.
How curious! Lockdown gifts
us an abundance.

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We feel we must do.
In these unprecedented
times, can’t we just be?

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I have just myself.
Yet often wonder how I
could be someone else.

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What do you want dear?
Such a difficult question
for one so simple.

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I always manage
to take two and two and make
at least thirty-five.

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Sometimes I have knots
in my head. Untwisting them
takes love and patience.

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We can do hard things,
like overcome obstacles.
Washing up? Too hard.

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Wars start, people die
viruses spread — all while the
sun keeps on shining.

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The weather has changed:
shops sell pasta and loo roll,
but there’s no ice cream.

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Woman drops her chips.
Seagulls ignore advice on
social distancing.

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There’s flour in Tesco!
I’m excited and yet I
have never baked bread.

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The anatomy
of an evening: finish work,
dinner, walk, wash, bed.

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Poems have to rhyme.
So oranges and silver
are fit for haikus.