As the storms rage outside, scourged by the wind, the breath of life. I stand safe inside, caught and embraced in silence. An inescapable denial of desires and excitement that never happened.
Time never went anywhere this year. Had to be corned in the kitchen and shooed from the bedroom to gather together all the stray minutes and hours in some frame or shape that holds attention.
Lest the weeks and months lead to a limbo of uncertain unknowing. Never really sure, no-one is at all, what form of ending causes isolation to recede with the changing tide.
A mirror for the mind in an ocean vast and impenetrable, seen from the outside
then experienced in the waves of feeling and thought and every precious drop of connectedness, rippling with motion and surging to the touch of a shoreline.
Sublime ideas of sharing, tenderly aware, a few words that ground and empower feelings. A suggestion of things being alright in the long run. Believing in the better nature of human spirit prevailing, a proactive state gathering momentum rather than carelessly waiting for conditions to worsen. A sense of hope we are working to improve.
There is no vaccine against the calamity of greed befriending indifference and coming to existence through a strain of human stupidity, transmitted easily. Laying waste to communities and an ecology.
Sensitive, beyond out wildest dreaming, Capturing the harvest of steam-powered industry and the chemical flavour of every technology or endeavour since the first intelligent behaviour brought us here.
What we reap we sow, so the saying goes but some of us gather happiness and some harvest sorrows through no fault of our own. A loss passed on and shared by everyone. A moment of time not easily forgotten that doesn't seem worth honouring, but each individual and services that kept people going, trying, through the dark times to see light at the end of the tunnel.
when I emerge from my bubble to the happy smiles and sunshine of a bright morning, regaining simple pleasures or new found joys that were never missing from relations that kept me whole.
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Author:
RDS (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A pandemic poem with worldly musings
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A fine write RDS.
Thanks orchidee, glad you stopped by.
'There is no vaccine against the calamity of greed befriending indifference and coming to existence through a strain of human stupidity, transmitted easily. Laying waste to communities and an ecology.'
A pertinent yet tender painting of reverie you've shared dear Poet, a truly mesmeric read...
L. B. Thanks for checking it out and adding your kind words good poet friend. I kind of tried hinting at things going on and giving voice from inside the experience of this prohibition on movement. Stay creative
J
Wow... that was deep and definitely worth all of my time and attention.
Thank you for sharing
And I have way to many other words to mention...
Hi Dan cheers for your reading and leaving an impression. Yes my poet buddy I'm a kind of deep roller! Stay expressive my friend.
J
A fantastic poem so apt and awesome for these times, you expressed the feel and ongoings and muse in a fab interesting way. I liked the vaccine stanza a lot as well. Kudos!!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
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