Image by Fusion Medical on Unsplash, used with permission.
A-roving
Just because we can doesn’t always mean we should.
Nature says to stay in place. It wants us to be good.
In searching for experience, we’ve spread ourselves too thin
and left a little bit of us in everyplace we’ve been.
As good as some parts might have been, others cut a path
that proves to be a cruel one, tragic in its wrath.
Smallpox infected blankets, Ebola, Plague and SARS
are gifts we brought along with us in ships and planes and cars.
So now we hunker down alone to choose “I” over “we.”
It’s hard to fight an enemy that we cannot see.
As it reaches out to hold us in each tiny arm,
this minuscule lovely one has such potential harm.
We’ve seen its regal portrait, heard its misleading name,
but the victory crown it offers proves to be a lethal game.
So if you yearn to go roving to relieve the daily grind,
Please, friend, for the present, just go traveling in your mind.
I love your everyday poems. They are both sad and humorous at the same time and never misses the point. At the same time, the photo is both beautiful and frightening
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I looked and looked for that photo which was the first I saw of the virus and the most beautiful.. finally found it on the free site I sometimes use if I can’t find an photo of my own, but it wasn’t labeled as coronavirus. I found it by a back door so still don’t know what search word I should have used. This poem was not written to prompts. The first line just popped into my head and I followed it to this poem.
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This is spot on. And of course beautifully said.
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Point well taken! My recent jaunt was well worth it, and I was extra cautious while I was away, but now I’m feeling the need to be extra cautious for the first 2 weeks at home!
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