Party
Life’s a party when
You’re all the way down here in
The Safest Place in the World
It’s quiet and I haven’t seen a festival since god knows when.
Why go out? Just read some poetry, stay inside, contain the spread, a team of five million. Write some more poetry. Listen and do what we tell you, get vaxxed or get oust.
Write poetry.
It’s the only way to articulate these ridiculous times.
Poetry seems to keep things light during times
When darkness seems to be comfort.
We live, or we don’t, and we love and we lose and one thing that is always certain,
Is that there will always be
Words that rhyme
And plenty of spare time.
Lauren Lynch, Christchurch, NZ
FebulousFebruary 2026: The Old Photograph 
Comments on: "Day sixteen" (2)
wonderful piece on the reliability of poetry, thanks Lauren, x
Yes thanks for reminding us of the solace xxx