POEMS FROM THE FRONT

Sequestered On Evergreen 2020

March 15, 2020 - August

 

THE POET’S DOOR

There is a danger outside the poet’s door

Sorrow and fear dwell close to the poet’s heart now

Shut inside safe from the unseen danger

The mysterious virus has us all twisting and turning inside with fear, keeping our distances, washing our hands, as the planet sighs a breath of relief

No cars

No buses

No planes

No ships

No man made filth

Allows her to rest a moment and catch her breath

There is danger outside the poet’s door

The poet seeks refuge in the kitchen

At the keyboard

In the bath tub

At the easel

With the guitar

Communing with the family

Learning more about her son

Supporting her

 husband

And thinking about you

 

FROM THE STUDIO

I wait for the invisible enemy to recede back into the crevices of the planet

Leaving us broken as a nation, broken as a people, desperate for a leader

Mother Earth sighs a breath of relief

Her skies are quiet now, fewer planes overhead to darken her bright blue skies

The oceans are at rest, the big cruise ships docked with their incessant spread of disease and discomfort

People in their homes

Getting to know their children

Learning how difficult it is to get Johnny

To pick up a book

To follow a rule

Or sit in his chair

The parent now held accountable

for the mandated schoolwork coming home in packets

Dinners together, melt into story time melts into bath time,

then bedtime, and breakfast and reading and math and it is all on YOU!

 

04/02/2020

CHECK IN TIME ON EVERGREEN

Everyone breathing well

No fevers

Food sources adequate

No wipes or Lysol to be found except

WALMART

And you cannot order them online

So they want you to go to the store

 

I am on the Lockdown

SIT DOWN

SHUT DOWN

SHOT DOWN

ALL AROUND

CLOSE UP

Closed IN

SHUT UP

LOCKED UP

STUCK UP

SHUT IN

 

Stuck in

Locked out

Shut up

Shit on

Locked in

Spit on

Fooled Again

Lied to

Lied about

Lied all day

Lied all night

Never wanted to fight this fight

Lied up front

Lied way down below

Lied to the nation

The enemy at the gate

A foul odor steaming from America

Her citizens die and rot inside the city

This enemy has no boundaries

Just searching for a host, a place to multiply

And in return

All I we can do is choke

04/03/2020

 

Nothing in my mind but frustration

Wasted time

Last stop at the station

Hurry on down

Stand in line

Six feet apart

Are you still mine?

 

04/04/2020

 

The days erupt with the annoying banter

The king of minutia

Has to be right

Has to be in control

Has to be right

Replaying his father’s role

The family tyrant

Never did grow old

Too much Too much

Too much to handle

Peace I seek

Rest on the veranda…

 

04/05

 

Kyanna turns 33 today

Far from the nest she wandered

She is Free

Freedom came at a very high price

She lost her daughter once, lost her twice.

This time for good, to see her we pray

And keep her close to the child’s heart,

For she loves her mother so dear.

 

04/06

The week begins bright with sun

Morning routine

And the day has just begun

Up early, later a bit each day

As the luxury of my free time allows me time to play

I move from paint to fiber and collage and photo,

poem and song, and cooking the family meal

Retreat inside the world we love

We cling to one another as storm sits

Just outside our door.

 

April 29, 2020

 

Counting the days

Counting the hours

Productive

Silent

Quiet

Shhhhhhhh

Keep it to yourself

Bite your

Tongue

Keep the peace

Swallow it

But be careful it does not choke you!

 

June 15, 2020

 

Slowly the re-opening the world begins

We sneak outside

Covered face

Swollen ankles

Dehydrated from too much TV

Sleepless from too much Fear

Helpless from too much strife

Covered faces not so strange anymore

Covered women not so strange anymore

Covered countries still strange to see

Covered up in deals and seeing into the evil eye

Riots in the streets

Art is bursting forth everywhere

Live Zoom talk and concerts, visits, and late night Talk Show

Everyone we see a trans formation

We see a change

The winds of change are blowing

Which way shall they blow

Towards the golden light of freedom

Or the darkness of anarchy?

 

August 5, 2020

 

Zoom unites us

Trump defies us

Sequesterd inside our homes

Watching in horror

At the president of the United States

Zoom reflects us