Before the Click

  

The Wordle

                                                        Canaletto

THE SUNDAY WHIRL

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supplied the wordle words for us to use.

BEFORE THE CLICK

We click and click so effortlessly;

We click at everything we see.

Those we don't fancy we then 'delete''

So we click, click, click walking down the street.

But Canaletto, in the past,

Made images that were made to last.

Bridges and every blade of grass

Were not mere things that he would pass;

Ragged clouds rolling through the sky

Were not just items floating by;

They were beauties to preserve,

And that he did with grace and verve.

Before beginning he had to drag

His easel and he dared not flag;

He had to choose an elevation

Exactly right for the situation.

He had to climb on sills and ledges,

Striding over walls and ledges.

No doubt he stretched his aching back;

And he'd straighten to bring the feeling back.

After such physical exercise

Complete collapse would not surprise.

Modern man, without a doubt,

Would feel completely rusted-out.

The head would nod, the eyes would glaze

And we'd go to bed for several days!

 Canaletto made his great climbs

To preserve his scenes for later times.

But I've a feeling that he would

Have 'clicked' like us, if he only could!

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EMERGING

Waking was painful.

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Sleep had been such a boon

And I wished it could go on

For ever.

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My fat, sluggish body

Had become repulsive to me.

I saw my reflection in a dewdrop

And wished that I could die.

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Unable to help myself,

I spun.

I withdrew from the world.

I laboured mightily,

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

I was obsessed.

All that mattered

Was that I should hide away,

Reject a world of beauty.

I was unworthy.

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I created my own prison.

But it was more than a prison;

It was a shelter, a haven, a cell,

Where I could play dead.

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I lay, enclosed.

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Outside were

Lovely blossoms,

Brilliantly feathered birds,

Trees weighed down with magnificence.

What right had I to compete?

Call it an inferiority complex

If you like.

I only know that I sought sleep

As an escape.

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At last, I slept,

Unknowing, uncaring, unthinking.

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Then I woke.

And oh the pain!

Every part of me ached!

I felt sticky, constricted, spiky, odd.

It was a nightmare.

I had hated myself,

But not this much!

What was happening to me?

I had to escape!

This was a living hell!

I stretched, pushed, crumbled, splintered,  yawned

And emerged.

I blinked in the sunlight,

Still shaken.

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It was later that I discovered

That I was one of the most beautiful things on earth!

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