Getting up after nightmares made staying in bed
impossible, facing Thursday’s imperative to give
meaning to life, cleaning the house and endless
rounds of tea & coffee, and being at home where
no-one requires me to accomplish a thing
Yesterday’s victory meant Tiaan didn’t complain
after he found I’d cleaned and covered his desk
with clear plastic to protect against layers of dust
covering everything in our house - wishing I knew
how to sew without getting confused and lost -
Then I’d buy the beautiful fabrics I love and make
something, sew pink tops with wide tulle skirts to
be as bohemian as I felt since birth - not wearing
boring clothes, decorating the study’s my only fun
and since this is done I need new challenges; ah,
Being down-to-earth I’m going to bathe endlessly
hoping inspiration fills me - & that the bright new
sun with all-blue and cloudless sky can be used
by me for more than hedonism – can be made
to serve a higher purpose…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem