I cast around for subjects new …
But one year on,
COVID comes too;
With borders
closed, fun travel stops
Politics tied
up in knots …
These twists
and turns evoke a thrill
For poets, great
grist to the mill!
My fingers flit
across the keys
Weird
inspirations are a breeze…
I think of those
chained to “on line”
With much to do
and no “down time”
With kids to
entertain or teach
And relatives far
out of reach …
And wonder if God
wants to say
That we should live
another way?
We tend to
think we know it all
But “Buy! Buy! Buy!
begins to pall …
In Syria the War
drones on
Most of its
infrastructure gone
Hospitals in
line of fire
Its future - dare
I say it - dire…
While Social
Distancing is grim
It’s better far
than staying in;
I see the
future, not the past:
Signs of Spring
are here at last!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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