poetry inspired by pandemic street
art and our world today. My efforts
are tongue-in-cheek.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers
May 6, 2020
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will we recognize our neighbors
when pandemic releases earth
they’re all displaying roots of gray
and much expanded girth
while sheltering at home
mask makers are busy stitchin’
taking breaks for time, of course
for visits to the kitchen
mask makers are busy stitchin’
taking breaks for time, of course
for visits to the kitchen
the price of gas has plummeted
what a wondrous happenstance
alas we have nowhere to go
afraid to take a chance
what a wondrous happenstance
alas we have nowhere to go
afraid to take a chance
if we beat this cursed pandemic
there’s no good news in sight
murder hornets are on their way
to be our newest fright
there’s no good news in sight
murder hornets are on their way
to be our newest fright
The "expanded girth" line made me burst into laughter... and then, stare at my trampoline. The struggle is real. If we don't exercise our muscles as much (or more than) as most of us have exercising our jaws, expanded girth chic will probably be the post-pandemic look.
ReplyDeleteThe good news is my bellydance teacher has been offering multiple exercises classes a week, so I've been going at it like a fiend. The bad news is my husband is an amazing cook, and he likes getting inventive in the kitchen as a form of relaxation. LOL, so I'm just about breaking even with the weight stuff. :D
ReplyDeleteLOL 😁this such a cheeky ditty. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Bev
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I’m beginning to not recognize myself, let alone our neighbors! Of course your poem is most enjoyable, we need a bit of humor to soften the reality of what is happening. Take care.
ReplyDeleteI love this serio-comic piece, and of course it is so true.
ReplyDeleteGood question, Bev, I’m not so sure I’ll recognize all of my neighbours. I’ve only actually seen and spoken to one through her garden hedge in the past eight weeks! I’ve chatted more on-line than in reality. I giggled ironically when I read ‘the price of gas has plummeted’ – I haven’t used my car and when I tried to get it running, the battery was flat. I must find my bicycle in case I need to escape once the lockdown has been lifted.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty unrecognizable myself. Especially my eyebrows lol loved the lighthearted tone and yes world is going to need a much longer healing time from covid than we are willling to offer
ReplyDeleteFine poem of stay at home truths, Beverley. I like the Gray, we have a younger population here. Also we have new neighbors since it all started. The previous was a fellow with an absent wife and two daughters, this one has a younger wife and two small daughters. They are a noisy bunch, especially when having pool parties. Also their Beagle barks at Mrs. Jim when she comes outside.
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Hahaha I enjoyed this one immensely, Beverly!💘
ReplyDeleteAmusing and entertaining, thanks Beverly!
ReplyDelete- Hamokine Poet
This wS a wry, fun look at ourselves.
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