A glimpse of a day during the Pandemic

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I am told to keep things in perspective,
as sounds of early traffic are replaced
by dead silence.
Coffee waters this town, a million cups filled
then dropped,
as people stay home– reading books, brushing up on skills
despite the horror,
a situation which seems never-ending, glued to television.
I greet the day,
listening as white-heaven bound birds continue to grace me
with their presence,
and look out the window to see cassia trees sway boldly
in the wind–
I wash the dishes and mop the floor,
write poems
as I sip another concluded day and rest my head on a pillow.
Strike me with your words full of warmth,
your eyes unremitting in their viridian desire
and hope;
strike my ruby lips with your own,
until the bedlam stops: until the bedlam stops.

 

 

 

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Skylover Wordlist: Strike πŸ’

Posted for Weekly Scribblings @ Poets and Storytellers United

26 Replies to “A glimpse of a day during the Pandemic”

  1. Yes, it’s a strange kind of madness. There is indeed horror out there, with so many deaths, and yet in our isolated homes life seems so non-eventful. Thank goodness for trees through the window, reading, TV, and coffee!

  2. I agree with Rosemary, Sanaa, it’s a strange kind of madness, one we’ve never had to deal with before. We are all familiar with the silence, but out here in the countryside, although less frequent, I still hear tractors. Like me, you relieve the monotony with a view outside the window of trees and birds. The ending of your poem is full of longing and passion.

  3. The quiet is hard to those used to a world filled with hustle and bustle. I don’t know when it all will truly end (or even when the first attempts at recovery will happen and how those will look) but someday it will.

  4. Life has become a communal nightmare with instances of routine (and even delights) thrown between the terrors. It is good to keep the good in mind, to remember what is now gone (even if temporarily), to focus as much time as we can on the faces that brew smiles out of our hearts, and the voices that remain clear to us (even during the bedlam).

    I really like this one, Sanaa.

  5. Thank you so much, Magaly πŸ˜€ I am glad to know that the words spoke to you and agree that it is good to keep the good in mind πŸ’„β€οΈ

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