THE FORMALITY OF NORMALITY

THE FORMALITY OF NORMALITY

What we once considered normality,
Far far back in our scrambled consciousness,
Whizzed by learning curve through formality,
Well ruined by buzzword pretentiousness.
Normal is no longer the paradigm,
Life is abnormal, unbalanced, insane,
Non compos mentis, unstitched, out of time,
Beyond the realm of Tory parlour game.
We both live and breathe in our eighth decade,
Largely isolated for ten months gone,
We work our garden with our rake and spade,
Whilst newscasters blare out the same old song.
Birds fly and sqwawk, moles leave copius mounds,
Beyond the fake world we hear normal sounds.

Harry Rogers, In the Yellow Room, 1st December 2020

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