
Recluse Days
Offer Yourself “No Future” Time Off
Just be
Allow yourself regular solitary days
Get up, make no plans
No communication with anybody
Do nothing resembling any type of work
Just be
Listen to music, sit, dance, sing, walk, read, write, hydrate
No chores, no work, no schedule, no make-up, no hair gel
Just be
Free
No bra, no hair style
Let your hair hang down loose
Cry if you need to cry
Just be
Make no plans, have no regrets
No flashbacks, no future
Just be
Wild
Sit, listen and contemplate
Make love (with or without a soulmate)
Pleasure yourself (preferably more than once)
Just be
No mirrors, no fancy clothes
No fuss, no cooking, eat snacks and dark chocolate
Just be
Dream
Pre-Covid-19 poetry.
Seems like life had prepared me to live through these social distancing days. Not easy to live through when you are single, but instinctively, my body and mind was put into a “Just be” mode like if I had won a very expensive retreat in a far and exotic country. That is exactly how I am surviving and enjoying what is now my 13th week under lock down isolation climates.
Francine Fallara, 2019
I’m supporting the wonderful initiative of Martin Rushton ‘Share the Love — Issue 2’. For each poem I write, I will post someone else’s poem.
Loneliness by Gurpreet Dhariwal
