I’ve been away from the computer for most of the last week, but now I’m back with a slightly longer poem than I usually write.
At five o’clock the fire is lit.
Around the table we all sit,
With buttered bread and eggs and ham,
With cups of tea and cake and jam.
The idle talk is of the day,
The work now done, the latest play,
And ‘Anything to watch tonight?’
Or in the warmth and soft lamplight,
Perhaps we’ll read and play a hand,
Of whist, or bridge, you understand.
And ‘Don’t forget, at half past nine,
The radio – it’s music time.’
Then bank the fire, put out the lights,
The household settles for the night.
The heat blasts out in every room,
And lights and games and TVs soon
Take over so completely that
It’s pointless even trying to chat.
The sounds of gunfire, screaming cars,
Exploding buildings, and on Mars
The aliens armed with laser beams,
Are killed on several different screens
In different rooms by different boys,
With highly deadly killing toys.
The evening mealtime’s such a treat,
With pizza, chocolate, crisps and sweets.
Although it seems they all are eating
Different things at different sittings.
‘A cup of cocoa? I don’t think
That that will do, an energy drink
Is what I need, the evening’s young,
And there’s still much that’s to be done.
And if I cannot concentrate,
Upon this game, it’ll be too late,
The zombies will have won and then
I’ll go back down to level ten.’
It’s one o’clock, they still can’t sleep.
There’s not much point in counting sheep,
‘cause they’re all battery-powered toys,
Just so much electronic noise
And moving parts all running round,
And round and round and round and round.
I’m standing now beneath night skies,
Pale silver light from fresh moonrise.
I’ve walked for almost half a day,
It takes that long to get away
now, searching for a quiet place
Where I can pause and have some space.
I’m thinking how it used to be,
At five o’clock, the time for tea.
It seems to me that what we’ve gained,
Is not worth any of the pain.
And even more what we have lost,
We should have saved at any cost.
But anyway, now it’s just me
I have my flask, I’ll pour my tea.
Modern times, Mick. You can only escape the noise of it all by diligent effort.
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Sometimes I feel there is no escape, Frank.
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Has to be within, Mick. Always available for a short escape.
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I love this, Mick. Even in escaping into nature, you can’t get away from the sounds of civilization. Cars on a distant road, airplanes flying over head. And at home with everyone facing screens instead of each other, it’s no wonder civility is in tatters.
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It’s darned difficult to get away, indeed, Meg. Thanks!
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If i hadn’t known you were British, I’d have thought you were describing thanksgiving – Canadian style – with family and noisy kids.
Still, despite the ending, it felt like a cozy evening at home – and a memory to treasure.
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its quite thought provoking how entertainment and family evenings have changed. Yes we used to have quiet time, hardly ever now. No wonder we are all bonkers
Lovely poem though
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‘No wonder we are all bonkers’ – yes, indeed!
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Its a sad fact that tv ands other gadgets have totally taken over mealtimes. Whatever happened to meaningful conversation!
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Mealtimes and most of the rest of the time, unfortunately.
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Too true, I’m afraid conversation is a dying art
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Unless you count monosyllabic grunts.
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Great words Mick, really like that one. So true about the constant noise of progress drowning out conversation. I’m sure there’s a place for both.
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Thanks, Jonno. I certainly think there’s a place for all the video games and their like…
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Amen! In some ways, we have lost more than we’ve gained. There’s a commercial here in the states about family dinners, which has a voice-over talking about how dinner used to be (all sitting together, enjoying home cooked meal, “minding your manners”) with the visual of a family eating dinner (fast food) in a car, and a child throwing some food across the room. And the point of the commercial is how much BETTER it is now that we aren’t “old fashioned.” I just shake my head…..
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Seriously? That is meant to imply it is now better? Ye Gods…
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Beautiful and ever so true.
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Thanks, Jason.
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Just across the sea visit this land. I assure you ample of peace and silence at a walking distance 🙂
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Ample peace and quiet sounds really good at the moment!
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