A restless nest built from gathered straw
The dead-end grass slight comfort bring
Hungry crackles cackling for more
Long forgotten all the songs to sing
For in this desert of desolation
No succour found at every turn
In those times before desperation
When the early bird caught the worm
24th Oct 2024 – Shared with What’s Going On – desert
Today I’m feeling:
That late coffee yesterday kept me up, running through my head the day ahead today. Well, I’m at the end of it now and it went well. I’m ready to sleep though.
My last class finished at 4.30 by which time traffic was bad and it took me a while to get back home. I forced myself out to my room to practice guitar, which with a few days skipped was very rusty.
Well, it’s another day off tomorrow for some holiday or other so everything’s groovy.
Today I’m grateful for:
The neck fan that I ordered on Lazada. It is next to useless but at least offers a tiny bit of relief from the humidity.
Some of the kids are walking around with portable 12-inch fans now. It’s crazy.
The best thing about today was:
A new class, with a handful of students I knew from teaching previously and a handful of new ones, who I’m enjoying learning their skill level.
It’s a shame though that many of my high school classes are only once a week.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
Kru Pooky uses the classroom that I use today often and she doesn’t use the projector or even her computer by the look of things. She stuck some paper on the board, right where the image is projected which was pretty stupid if you ask me!
She stays in the room when I’m teaching and I can tell she doesn’t enjoy it because my classes are usually pretty rowdy and noisy and of course, I’m encouraging the students to talk and think as much as possible. I also spot her looking at what I’m doing in class and I’m actually curious what she’s thinking.
Anyway, I asked her if I could take them down, to which she agreed and I tried as best I could to peel them off cleanly. The whiteboard is the whole width of the classroom so why would you stick them right in the middle of it?
Something I learned today?
I learned that one of my grade 10 students is actually 19 years old. She’s from Myanmar and has been in Thailand for two years and has learned some English in that time (better than some that I have taught for even longer than that time!)

To be in the “desert of desolation” is hard indeed. This aptly describes the present time.
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Let’s try to stay positive!
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Yes, the desert of desolation is powerful. Well said.
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Thank you 🙏
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A bleak poem capturing well what it is like right before desperation!
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Sometimes my mind just goes to ‘bleak’ despite being quite happy myself!
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Your poem describes the sense of emptiness and hopelessness that can be overwhelming at present. I see that you wrote it in May. I hope that you have found succour since then.
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Thanks! 🙏 I’m fine. I draw on the past for much of my writing, as well as empathy for those facing similar challenges.
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Thanks good to hear. 🙂
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You have captured a real feeling for many. Hopefully, new songs can be sung.
Long forgotten all the songs to sing
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Thanks 🙏 Your comment immediately reminded me of this lyric by the Poison Girls:
Daughters and sons-
Sing your own songs
Daughters and sons-
Got your own songs to sing
Daughters and sons-
There are new songs to sing
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Such a state seems so unnatural on the face of it, yet who has not experienced it, a familiar desolation that you evoke so potently, Shaun.
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Thanks Dora 🙏 It is very interesting to me what these 8 lines have meant to folks commenting here.
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Your rhyming seems to toll a kind of death. No more will “the early bird [get] the worm.”
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Though I’m quite a happy person these days, I seem to easily tap into my downbeat experiences from the past.
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