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
Preconceptions
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”
Fine
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.
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