|Greetings and Salutations to fellow Wordsmiths. I've been having a lot happen to me lately, so not much time spend on the site. |
Here is a new work I am messing around with.
|I've been working on my poetry and art website. The web address is: |
|I got exposed to Covid-19 so my whole family had to go into quarantine. I wrote a poem to 'celebrate' that exposure. |
I feel ridiculous, standing here
with a Q-tip swabbing up my nose.
I feel demoralized, standing here
with a surgical mask over my face.
I feel isolated, sitting here
not allowed to leave my house.
I feel horror, that we can be so manipulated
and imprisoned within our fear.
I feel regret, for the loss
of our innocence, taken by the government.
|I've been trying to put into words how I feel in situations being On the Spectrum (autistic). |
Also, I painted a new painting that expresses how alone I feel, isolated at times.
You can see it in my portfolio.
|I read a poem of death and thought, "I wonder if I could do that!?" |
"The lights are flashing, I cannot see
The sounds are roaring like the sea
My life is flashing before my eyes
In the *recap I shiver, I'm in the *Bise
The cold North winds wail; take a toll
Plunging through and across my soul
With the Horsemen here rides Death
his bony hands steal my Last breath."
*Recap: noun: a life review
*Bise: noun: a dry cold north wind in southeastern France