Virus
She thrives in air pockets
In long windless corridors
Beneath moss mattresses
In graveyards and gardens
She is a survivor
Maybe
She takes no prisoners
Ever
She is always hungry and
Get this
She scavenges and probes
Deep
Within the foramen of
Discarded bones
And those of the living
Always present
Never proud
She is the gas attack
On your private subway
The constant
Drip drip drip in your
Personal cellar
She is everywhere and
Mark my words
Therein a deadly army grows
Each day
Countless prayers
Are wasted on her and
Who knows
How many tears are shed
In her several names
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Author:
Neville (
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Love the way your mind works in putting together so many ideas so eloquently and seamlessly - a master poet sir.
you are far too bloomin kind sir, but of course, I aint complaining... cheers Neville
Fro just the one word sprung all these images that so expertly leads the reader to want to read over again - first class writing Neville.
Many thank you's indeed my fine literary friend, what a bloomin luverly comment & true x
Ha - - here comes my typos again when fingers are faster than thinking power Neville - -meant my comment to read a bit better than if I had one over the eight !!! Great read however.
Bless them fingers.. mine often seem to have a mind of their own too x
A fine write Neville. You not caught a bug have ya? Me bed bugs bit me - there ya go!
thank you orchidee, a much appreciated visit sir... just got over one.... I mean a bug, nothing for Fido to worry about.... N
Ahh, hope you are well, and fully recovered soon N. Sometimes an ominous alarm bell rings in me head (!) when a poem is entitled 'Virus' or 'Unwell' or 'Flu' or summat like that, as it may be of a person's personal experience. Or even 'Gone to Bed' - to recover that is, not for anything swoony!
I am fine my friend, absolutely fine.. cheers neville
Conjures up The Black Death (maybe that was bacteria)........ great images!
that's just one of her names..... maybe, thank you Lorna .. Regards and All Good Things, Neville
Cooee, all OK still? Well it was 15 minutes ago! I'm an old fuss-pot. lol.
Evening orchidee, yes.. still okay here.. pulse temp and BP all back to normal, thanks.. you can relax now ta.... Neville
I had a day practising not breathing for 24 hours. I didn't feel well after that. Bit strange - dunno why! heehee.
Keep trying, practice makes perfect..
And we, none of us, are immune to her intent...... for upon us she thrives?
Weird things conjured up from your words...... is she substance or merely... a fear which lurks within us.
I can not answer that definitively .. she was real, but she sure as hell is a fear that lurks within many of us...
That virus found me a few days ago, they get everywhere Neville.
they bloomin well do... hope you are now fully recovered.. N
For every offense we mount, their defensive measures grow strong. In reality, the tiniest, the unseen, the unknown are the fiercest, as you have so poetically sung
Thank you for resurrecting these words my friend.. tis much appreciated...
Neville
Pre covid. Prophetic or what?
Poignant write on its own, without the current situation, Neville.
Covid, 'cunning', mutable, aspires to be everything you list , if that's not too anthropomorphic.
This one is ready for a re-run, I think.
You may never know just how much I appreciate your visit to these particular words ...
Yes, significantly pre-Covid ....
I even recall penning these words ..
and at the time I thought ...
something is on the horizon and it aint good ...................................... N
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