The spikes in my inner skin
today do sting
like sharply pointed
nine pins
the week end is going to be dry
Saturday and Sundays
all everything closed
no surprise
what to try
where in the garbage
can we ourselves repose
early morning we all rose
the sun keen to peep in
but scratching inside doors
kept me sighing
the clouds requested the sun
to wait
the poet now sleeps
I hear the silence
get up straight
pull the curtains
come my sun
Comments
It's a changing world isn't?
It's a changing world isn't?
It's nice though, to always be able to feel the sun, or catch a drop of rain... at least those things seem normal
Hope you recovered swiftly.
Thank you
happy you read it
No one had the time
fear of the virus may be
I understand...
you in wanting to get out and do something; but fear of the Covid 19 is keeping everyone down and inside. It will not be too much longer, if everyone gets their vaccinations and stays safe. Nothing to do and all day to do it! It sounds like a good thing, but you can always get too much of a good thing. ~ Good vibes here. ~ Geez.
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there are 7.5 billions in QUEUE My number can u tell me vaccines
are in millions only
where is my number
tell me
i am no VIP No 83
I have no idea...
how your country is dealing with giving out the vaccinations. Here in our country, if you are as old as you are, you would have already gotten your shot. Good luck to you. ~ Geez.
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how much more
should one want to extend one's life
when those who need it more
are in plight
Gee
dear lovedly,
you have done an excellent job on communicating your thoughts and feelings with this well written poem. I know exactly what you mean!
*hugs, Cat
hello cw
very few know what I say mean and want to do
each one is living in a homely prison we all know but can do nothing much at all only live in a zoo like environment get a shot if lucky two then what can anyone do if virus does its task to slew.