A Poem in the Time of COVID-19
Pandemic
Empty are the shelves
Cafés and stadiums
Crowded are the isles
Our minds, they loudly hum
Obedient are schools
No airplanes in the sky
Curious are children
Repressed, a parent’s cry
Tired are the doctors
The beds are numbered, too
How dare we choose denial
Scientists, they knew
Cracked hands we see on nurses
Frontlines are redefined
Concerted are our efforts
Unity we find
Most will live, but some will die
The virus wears its crown
Peace we wish to see and know
Exasperation now
A world left on its axis
Spins and spins and spins
She’s known her limit all along
Yet hope lies deep within
I’m choosing creativity and compassion while quarantined. Today, I wrote my first poem.
P.S. Jamie Beck recently wrote about the importance of growing as an artist during this uncertain and isolated time. I am fully on board with this call to action, and my goal is to continue learning and exploring my mind, heart, and the photos, recipes, and thoughts they generate as one. Together, we can share our creations by using #isolationcreation on Instagram. Join me.
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