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.
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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. But mostly, 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." Lines: 8 WC: 57 *Recap: noun: a life review *Bise: noun: a dry cold north wind in southeastern France |