quarantine poetry – Poetry Divine

On the tile roof, a seagull stands strong against the rising down-coast wind. Sun shines sideways through the pepper tree, whose shadows dance wildly inside the parked car, where I wait during this pandemic for take out food, as wind moves everything it can. I have been waiting, quietly, since we hid from the Gestapo, though I didn’t know what I was waiting for. And now, I wait again in this current era of dictators and would-be dictators as that strong bird still stands against a down-coast gale.

So sorry readers, I rushed to post
forgetting that: “A poem is never finished,
only abandoned.”
—Gudrun

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FROZEN SOULS – Updated

1
At 5:00 pm
guards would start collecting women;
children looked through bombed out eaves
to see stars, sometimes the moon.
Once there was a different kind of light—
something conscious.
A child inhaled the essence
like food she was not getting.

2
Rachel stretches. This 70 years old memory,
she thinks, and now another dangerous era.
The pandemic needs drastic measures.
And the horse porch hearth glows;
new beams mix with old.
We watch home movies.
The hitching post stands idle.

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April, 2020

Santa Barbara View

April 2020 Poem

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Santa Barbara View

April 2020 Poem