Posts from the Pandemic

2020: The world has changed. Suffering, loss, fear, isolation are the constants all around us and in our lives. But there is still joy. Still art. Still humanity, compassion and caring for others. I’ve been keeping a “pandemic journal” since mid-March and  was posting nearly daily posts on “The Joys of Stay at Home” on Facebook for 5 or 6 weeks. I’ve also been writing poems.

The Joys of Staying at Home

Not too joyful, but here is “Pandemic Pantoum” which was written fairly quickly after I got the first stanza going. If you don’t know the pantoum, you’ll notice that the 2nd and 4th lines in the first stanza move up a space and become the 1st and 3rd lines in the next stanza and so forth. The final stanza is supposed to circle back and use the unused 3rd and 1st lines of stanza 1–I’ve taken some liberty with that (yay, for poetic license!).

Pandemic Pantoum

                                                Memorial Day Weekend 2020

 

I watched last night

as the numbers rose and rose.

With a granite-eyed stare

in my mirror, I told myself to buck up.

 

As the numbers rose and rose,

helplessness clawed at my gut,

at my mirror. I told myself to buck up.

But that didn’t work too well.

 

Helplessness clawed at my gut.

I tried baking a cake, sewing a mask.

That didn’t work too well.

Neither did joyful postings on Facebook.

 

I tried baking a cake, sewing a mask.

How many ways can you spell distraction?

Or post something joyful on Facebook?

I metaphorically slapped myself.

 

How many ways can you spell distraction?

N-A-T-U-R-E and I win the Bee.

I metaphorically slapped myself,

Get your hands dirty and Do for others.

 

N-A-T-U-R-E and I.  Wind and the bees,

social distancing, drone on and on

Get your hands dirty. Do for others.

Get out of yourself, for godsakes.

 

Social distancing drones on and on.

With a granite-eyed stare, my mirror repeats,

Get out of yourself, for godsakes.

For godsakes. Get out of yourself.

 

 

And a photo of more recent work on another poem. 

 

 


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