Poetry Pandemic

Let’s write a relaxation poem.

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Poetry Pandemic

I remember what it was like
before all this started—
I’d have dinner then decide
if I wanted to write or not.

And if I wasn’t feeling inspired,
I’d just read or play some game
or maybe even watch television
to numb the spiral thoughts.

But this month, I feel locked
in my apartment— forced apart
from my friends and muses,
required to write every night.

And only when this pandemic passes
on Friday will I truly relax.

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4 Responses to Poetry Pandemic

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    We can only hope… Nicely done.

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Clever boy! I see what you did there

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