Poets are influenced by the times in which they live. They are influenced by mood and moment. In these challenging times of global pandemic I have noticed my writing output has noticeably increased. I am writing more, resulting from having fewer wider world distractions and a lot more time at my disposal. Months in fact...
I have found myself returning frequently to matters surrounding lockdown life, community attitudes and political posturing. I move away from the subject, but then drift back into the concerns surrounding Covid 19 a few days later. I am not lamenting this, but rather acknowledging it as an influence on my current writing. I have been very much aware of retaining a conscious sense of optimism, openly resisting any urge to climb aboard the outrage train. Here are some short poems that have emerged in my notebook in recent weeks. I shall add them to my ever expanding Covid Chronicles. May the mood and moment find you, pen ready.
The Day To Come
I will see you my friend
In the brighter light of a future day
Together we'll be, once more
Like the salt and the sea
Nourished by the shared moments
Of the days to come
Till that time rolls by
Listen for the soft whispers of hopeful souls.
Life in Lockdown
I have remained active during my lockdown life
Each day I
Race against the clock
Run for cover
Jog my memory
Toss away my worries
Move obstacles
Reach for the stars
Spin my yarns
Remove doubts
Strike a happy mood
Shuffle paper
-And now I've jumped to a conclusion.
A Perfect Time
We are living in a perfect time, it seems
A perfect time to reside in solitude
A perfect time not to rush to judgement
A perfect time to show compassion for others
A perfect time to be creative in our responses
A perfect time to listen to the wise ones
A perfect time to show we care
We are living in a perfect time to be makers, not breakers
Now is, the perfect time.
Faded, Not Jaded
The labels on the days are fading
Washed out, hard to read
This twenty four hours
Indistinguishable from its
Predecessor
My calendar is missing in action
Rendering my days numberless
-but not meaningless
For they count in other ways
Too many to enumerate.
Do Not Lose Your Song
Do not lose your song
When the sorrows of the wider world pile up at your door
Do not lose your song
Every bird in the forest contributes to the morning chorus
Do not lose your song.
Two Sides Of The Fence
How one views a fence
Is dependent upon which side
We find ourselves standing
It's the same with toilet doors
Every barrier has two sides
Our lockdown lairs keep us safe
And the virus at bay.
© Alan j Wright
It's nice to see your pen ready...and yourself ready to greet friends again. I do miss friends. And, I am weary of the distancing. I'll be fine. I won't give up. But, I long for normal. I want to be the one to lock the door and go out to eat in a restaurant with a friend. Someday!
ReplyDeleteLinda, there is a clear weariness that emanates from prolonged distancing, but I like your commitment to emerging strong and unbowed. Simple pleasures will come again...
DeleteIf and when your "chronicles" go into the wide world I would like to see if others feel the same. You've touched me through various parts about this strange time yet if not writers or doing some kind of art or creating through cooking, how are their days going? I have a favorite, Alan, "Do not lose your song." I don't want that at all, but do mourn those who have.
ReplyDeleteA number of people have remarked on the same poem as you Linda. Our song, our voice is vital to good emotional health. We must nurture positivity and hopefully through a creative attitude we can emerge with greater self awareness. I have been indulging in a lot of cooking too. It is therapeutic and immensely satisfying.
DeleteI love the optimism of "A Perfect Time." Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary Lee. I'm glad the optimism of the poem reached you as a reader.
DeleteI love the thread of optimism that runs through these poems.
ReplyDeleteIn light of all the surrounding gloom and those who hitch themselves to it, optimism is my weapon of choice Kay. Glad you liked my various verses...
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