Ever feel the urge to write a poem but have not had the courage because a little voice inside you keeps telling you that you're not a poet. I know it happens to me and I've decided to do something about it. I'm going to write my poems on this site even if there's no one to read them, even if I'm not a poet. So if you ever feel the urge, you've come to the "write" place. I'll share my poems and you can share yours.
While still in shelter, I revised my poem written on Day 7. Today is ... I have lost track of days. I also submitted it to a poetry contest through Sixfold. I need to pass the time. The results are in and I placed 190 out of 388. Not bad for a beginner, I wasn't number 388. The important thing is that I entered and in the process I read some beautiful poems by people a lot better than me. Now on to the next one. If you like to write, check out Sixfold.org. They have poetry and fiction contests going on all the time.
Shattering -in-Place
What?
Shelter-in-place
When? How? Why?
No answers yet
Fear repressed below the surface
Denial, rejection
Cannot happen here
Hysteria, panic
Terror under pressure
Isolation looking for meaning
Wakeful nights, endless days
Time blurs, activity stops
Dread loiters by my side
Standing still, wanting to jump
The future postponed
Shallow breaths, need space to exhale
Forced laughter, simulated gaiety
Ride a bike, take a walk
Write a poem, call a friend
Stay inside
Gargle, wash, disinfect, you are alright
Chills in the night, you are fine
Check for fever, one, two, three times
Stay away, keep your distance
Fear worse than death
Here's a poem I wrote on Day 7 of sheltering in place
Gargle, Gargle
You are fine
Chills in the night, bones so cold
You are fine
Check for fever, once, twice, three times
You are fine
Fear at the door packages delivered, shelves stocked
We will be fine