There is no magic anymore,
for we have seen it all before:
soft silver moon, sweet stars all shooting,
our precious planet we’re polluting.
There are no secrets anymore,
none hidden in the deep heart's core.
And paradise won't be unveiling,
nor come with clouds of glory trailing.
There is no shelter anymore,
no haven safe on any shore
from savage storms and sea’s tsunamis
and plagues, all marching in like armies.
There’s nothing special anymore,
no sacred sites like once we saw;
the sacramental tide is turning;
the bridge to beauty's broke and burning.
There is no meaning anymore,
just dissonance to darken door.
And symmetry that rhymed with reason
has turned on us with traitor’s treason.
There are no lovers anymore;
our mirror image we adore.
The passion in our hearts is chilling;
our veins, with frozen rain, are filling.
There is no laughter anymore,
just mocking mirth, and furthermore;
all joy just jangles like it’s joking;
good cheer, once cherished, now is choking.
There is no future anymore;
an open grave’s the open door.
And hope, that dove of peace, is lying
on deathbed, so discreetly, dying.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2020 05:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Coughed up and composed in the claws of COVID-19) © 20 hours ago, Kevin Bloor - recovering from Covid-19 - Day 18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
But there will be more, as you hopefully continue to recover. Best wishes. 🙂
Many thanks, O.
An extremely moving read - written to catch the flow of in-rushing changes - this one must be read again so into my faves with No Future - thanks for sharing its power with us Kevin.
Oh Kevin I have only just noticed your message that you are a recoverer from this awful virus - - wishing you free again soon from its claws.
Many thanks, Fay. Yeah, I penned the poem in the throes of this awful virus. My wife also had it. It's day 18 now and both of us, mercifully, are feeling a lot better, i.e. our symptoms have ceased. Glad you like my little rhymes. Hopefully, I will be back to composing my more upbeat verse now I am on the way to recovery. Again, I appreciate your kind comments and feedback.
An outstanding post from you. Reflects our fears and reaches into our tender places.
Definitely putting into my favourites .. thank you.
Wishing you and yours a healthy recovery from this scourge.
Thank you so much for your kind comments and feedback. It was a scary time, but mercifully, we are on the way to recovery.
Very strong write Kevin, so glad that you and your wife are recovering OK.
Andy
Many thanks Goldfinch
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