A preacher dominates
six o’clock news
mask-less hordes roar
A young repairman
offs his mask with distaste
claims it’s all a hoax,
the cure is withheld
a ploy to control –
read it on the internet.
A friend whose wisdom
and words have inspired
confesses she’ll not accept
vaccination, as her life
is in God’s hands.
And from behind a curtain
of despair, I observe
as words, like snakes
gather on my front step
nest in a writhing menace
The virus’ venom
a poison I’m not sure
I can defeat
And what am I to do
when abstinence from public life
makes me conveniently invisible
and fear that if I speak up
will reveal a truth I cannot bear
that the devout, the young, the compassionate
care not a wink for the likes of me.
graze at river’s edge
nuzzle our consciousness
born of primal instincts
Crow’s caw a warning
calls us to witness
to record this passage
at our doorsteps
threatens the cherished
sleeps with one eye open
Now is not the time to freeze
neither distraction, nor dismissal
will disable this animal
It circles, begs a host
Please don’t open the door
History knows we need a valid plan.
(Submitted for Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: cherish. Image my own.)
The clouds donned a veil today
robins foraged on thirsty ground
while a trio of doves swept by
Of course, that’s poetic nonsense –
an attempt at finding beauty
in what is really a grey reality.
Nations hunker in against the threat
and Easter morning arrived
without the fanfare of egg hunts
or children’s raised voices –
certainly not the bonnets, gloves
and scratchy dresses of youth.
But that’s how life is, isn’t it?
Compass set on determination
and before we know it, currents
shift, and we are headed into
the unknown once again.
I donned a grey veil today,
thoughts clouded by chirp-less gloom
could not lift my head to find the sky
This is the nature of hopelessness
to find one’s self confined without
power to alter the course –
This is the struggle before resignation
at worst; acceptance, at best, and
either in time for the next tidal change.
(Too dark, my husband says, can you change the ending? Make it more hopeful.
It’s implicit in the ending, I counter. Maybe not. It is how I am feeling after so many days of trying to stay positive. But here’s what I know: I have been in this place before – emotionally immobilized and overwhelmed – and I’ve always found my way out. Writing helps. Meditation, walks in nature, and a good laugh do too. I share this here today, so that you know you’re not alone in what you are feeling. I share it as one who knows that to reflect upon and acknowledge personal turmoil is better than to suppress it. I share this with the commitment to ride this current wave, openly and honestly, so that when it’s all over we have a true of record of this time in history, from a personal perspective, anyway. Thanks for reading.)