Tag: pandemicpoetry

From hands and knees, you lengthen to pigeon pose, gesture supple muscle, remember to lift you own sick heart. On the balcony, a flock of house sparrows scuttle dry leaves, smear the circle of seed you spilled below the feeder. They feast, bob off with brimmed beaks, return immediately for more. You’ve spoiled them says your cat chittering through the screen but you are just trying to believe there is virtue in eating to full. [...]

one morning I cried to my grandmother what am I worth now without a man to love me I sat waiting for an answer from a woman who went home 25 years before my cries I heard nothing – I looked up then the sweet shrill whistle of a bird resting nearby the wind running its fingers through leaves playing a low murmur of melody I noticed how the clouds that never stay were imperfectly shaped against the blue of sky I breathed and rested my chin on my hand I saw the wildness of the grass – greens and yellows growing at their own speed [...]

to endure pressure and despair is to survive a hurricane overthinking worst-case scenarios inescapable sorrow and melancholy thoughts seeming to end life as it was isolated in your home walls built to weather winds not knowing if you should run or board up windows then listen to them  creak under pressure threaten to tear you apart [...]