streets filled with emptyness
echo absent footfall
beneath yelling birdsearch dismal
cry for yesterday's stolen meal
lonesome benches bathe beneath
magnolia's blossom blanket
nurturing hope of congregation
for lunchtime's sandwich pause
. traffic lights ever change and dream
. of rush hour chaos covered tarmac
. where yellow lines now silently mock
. each vacant seat of a solitary passing bus
occasional pale peering indoor faces
grace windows of fearful longing
surviving behind well bolted thresholds
auditioning death toll's daily feed
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A gem of a write which reflects the new reality.
Sad to think of the hub of activity silenced by a death threat.
A true write dusk, and we wait, and work towards, more glimmers of light through the valley. I prefer to call it that, rather than a tunnel.
There are many worries for our life on this planet obscuring what could be a bright bright light of future harmony for mankind but your interpretation, that it is a glimmer, is more accurate i fear and reflects reality rather than hope.
I see - if metaphorically 'seeing' - or believe, that further glimmers will appear. This can be reality and hope, I think. If I say more, I shall off on the religious aspect..... or spiritual aspect, as I prefer to call it.
Nowt wrong with spiritual matters with me Orchi...it's that damned rhetoric that pee's me off.... the way spiritual matters were dealt with in ancient and medieval times revolved around stories of that time for MINDS of that time.... frankly to expect 21st century intelligent people to accept a mistranslated 17th century book of old stories as being the be-all and end-all of spiritual belief and/or expression is either to bury ones head in the sand or admit to being brainwashed.
You said that twice. I said 'you said that twice...'!
Wonderful write, the streets are so quiet and peopleless (sic) as is the park where I walk with My River.
Aah, Weather Report.
Andy
Somehow i had pictured you riverwalking in a more rural environment. At least the traffic noise is minimal for you in these strange corvid days.
Well observed DA. Where I live you don't see too many people at any time but I can imagine that it is extraordinary for those who live in towns. I notice the reduction in traffic though when I drive anywhere (not very often now ~ shopping once per week).
Well done,
Kind regards, Alan
Written purely from imagination as i venture out so rarely and haven't been into town for over a year now. Hope you are keeping safe and well and getting all you need.
GOOD MORNING DA ~ A very apt description of the lonliness of those Shutin at this depressing time. Im off work but being under 70 I am involved in providing some over 70s with needed food etc but the town is eerily empty. This is even more poignant considering the good weather we are experiencing. Loved the visual ~ Empty Chairs ~ Loved the Video mournful ~ but very apt.
Yours BRIAN.
It's the way it is. Everything put on 'hold' except for the few who judge themselves to be above the realms of common sense. I hope they get away with it tbh.... there's enough death around without wishing such things upon more folk.
Well captured DA
A moment in time we hope is never repeated
I am with you in that ACF. I trust you are staying safe and having your daily needs looked after.... survival for us slightly olders is the name of the game right now.
An absolutely amazing bit o 21st century poetry.. gonna leave it at that, because so many have said it all before I got here.....
Neville
"Everyone's gone to the moon" they sang in the 60's..... I wonder what changes this will bring to society to wiggle our pens into verse?
Wow what a descriptive piece of work on this lockdown where streets become ghost towns of emptiness........ so atmospheric and goes to my favourites.
Thank you Fay, i'm honoured to be fav'd with this. Sad times which will bring many changes to our lives in the years ahead (lets hope we all have lots ahead too). I haven't done so, but i'd love to venture into the centre of Worcester to experience the new situation and it's silence. How would it make me feel sat alone on a bench with only the birds and maybe a few cats or rats. I shall ponder upon that and maybe write.
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