Yesterday’s Prose

It was only   yesterday

Voices were heard, stories were told

Family, friends to hug as well as hold

All came to a stand still

The day corona virus decided to intermingle

Single handily the globe, left out into the cold

Today this land is no longer our land

Together we stand

To free ourselves from this contaminant we call Covid 19

The land before time when freely we shared our joys,

in addition, sorrows

Longing once again for   brighter tomorrows

Life in the time of the Coronavirus…From Oasis to Chaos 

Our countries, villages, cities have become deserted

As if death came upon us all around

The world remains indoors, fear to step out

The flowers have not fully bloomed

We are torn between visiting, how many included, excluded

Do we go, do we not?

What is one to do?

Job shortages and lost mortgages

Decisions, few.

The weather is lovely. The sun has risen whilst we remain indoors.

Guarded, on the look out

Understanding the preconceived notion of our faceless enemy

Scattered evidence


Fragment by fragment the pieces began to take shape

Quarantined in fear within our own space

Covid 19

To our friendly neighbors we wave from afar

“How are you doing”


Small talk

As we walk

Continuing on our new normalcy

At heart, we all have suspicious minds

Caught in

The trap of the Coronavirus 

Unveiling   despondency, comparable to a train derailment

Positivity alongside empathy and goodness will once again prevail

The flowers will once again bloom

People will simile more 

Awareness will be more profound, listen more 

Gatherings and festivities will once again be bigger 

 Life will be seen in A new light

 Dreams will become goals

More understanding, less misjudgments

One will once again recite 

One will once again play music 

One will once again dance, read, 

one will once again vacation 

Awaiting a solution resolution   in our era of evolution

This is my prayer for our center of the earth

A new rebirth

Social Distancing

What happened to the scintilla which lit our heavens and center of the earth into the night.?

It disappeared, not so long ago

What was a bed of roses?

Has been filled   with invisible thorns

A new visitor has taken its place

Some call it corona virus, others Covid 19

Distancing from crowds, persons three feet or more.

Prior to self – confinement shopping was an outing, perhaps also a chore

Hesitating hour by hour a trip to the grocery sore

In the midst of   segregating, separating

Our surroundings and beyond

Anticipating a positive transformation in this duality of life

Creating love, gentleness   and inspiration

Against the shrouded forces of brutality and cruelty
Social distancing has become the norm

Part of our standard of living in progress

Happening before our very eyes

We have   seen fears and cries

From our own vicinity or miles away

We have seen pictures media coverage, newspaper articles

Covid 19, a   viral particle which has taken mankind’s fate away

Once an enigma, nowadays a malignant signal for all men and women

Do you concur?

Some take all in stride

Others fight the strife

Which has become our novice life

While some need to bid farewell

To their loved ones   a last goodbye

There is consolation among one another

Unexpectedly, within strangers

Allies living across the globe

With trepidation.

We as a village will carry on with more of an understanding and gratitude

Improving ourselves

Thriving, surviving feeling alive, not only existing

With apprehensiveness we wish upon that very bright empyrean,


Our astral star, chance.

Identical, interchangeable as a lotus flower

Ancient flower which grows in dirt, muddy waters rising with remarkable beauty.

Untouched by the impurity, lotus symbolizes the purity of heart and mind.

For goodness always triumphs as we once again rise

In the course of time.

Published by Mike Zone

Mike Zone is the former Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press and managing editor of Concrete Mist Press. The author of Screaming in the End: Poems and Stories, Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap, Shedding Dark Places (almost), One Hell of a Muse , as well as coauthor of The Grind and Razorville. A frequent contributor to Alien Buddha Press and Mad Swirl. His work has been featured in: A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Black Shamrock Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, Better Than Starbucks, Piker Press, Punk Noir Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, and Cult Culture magazine.

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