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lundi, mai 25, 2020

Starting Again...more pandemic prose..

Starting Again

The future advances slowly
never seems to arrive
we feel it coming our way
as food, rent and bills loom large

We hang on to a spinning earth
waiting to be cast away
into an illusion of rebirth
that in mind struggles to stay

Our renewed tomorrow strangely welcoming
paints a future barely alive
we find ourselves in a painting
returning to a routine of nine to five

Hope cannot pierce the looming fear
that sustains the fire of memories
present in ashes soaked with tears
that now exists in human reality

We begin again to live with desire
muse on how civilization survives
as its flickering candle holds dying fire
that chases away fear with promising light

We return to boisterous celebration 
after adjusting to life changes
and gleefully toast our decision
to conquer COVID-19 in our land

lundi, mai 11, 2020

The Harvest...

The Harvest

When a wealth of ambition
resides in clouded dreams
shadows become our companions
and ravage visions of future seen

Our spirit sails into a dark tomorrow
on fading desires when daylight comes
filled with restrictions we've come to know
that dwell ever deep in minds of some

Gradually, our altered lives so fickle
steeped in Summer sun and fresh winds
survive beneath the sweeping sickle
to become the hope that tomorrow brings

While we wait for the ghost to dissapear
to leave the existence affecting multitudes
We cast our seeds into virgin air
to release our souls from isolated solitude

'Tis when the tilled fields of life
lie under the warmth of Summers' day
that tomorrow will flourish amid the strife
to bring a harvest of joy that comes to stay