covid 19 re-imagined

Covid 19.2.1


I view my world through a green glass

Darkly.

That, which was natural is now unnatural.

Only Nature and the passage of the seasons,

Reveals an eternal hope.

We live in an online odyssey as

Seemingly , the output of our

Lives have been transmitted by

The dictates of our computer 

The third age is surely upon us;

A gesture and subscription affair,

Moderated by our credit card scores.


In this partial lockdown scenario,

Time has become a construct,

As moments begat longer moments

And swim into weeks.

Days follow sleep. 

The calendar is broken.


A quiet interlude only Nature finds

Purpose and movies forward

with dignity.

Much has changed; yet little has

Changed, as the present and past

Begin to overlap.

And Planet Earth pauses to take breath.



   Requiem Corona Sunset.


Future times brings time- travel.

Many years to choose a-plenty.

But please don’t go back to 2020

where it all begins to slowly unravel


We stood apart for two metres 

distance.

We donned visors, gloves and

a mask.

We queued in shops to complete

our shopping tasks.

And generally got by without

assistance.


We all became rundown

with the imposed lockdown.

We stayed indoors and shopped online.

We met in virtual space; the novelty was 

fine.

               

          But,

We missed so very, very much

human contact and that touch. 


So on Thursdays at eight without 

a flap.

We stood at the gates and gave the

NHS a hearty clap.

joining together for a moments pause

giving thanks for such a great cause.


For carers, sharers, drivers and shop

workers who simply were the top.


                because.


When the virus tapped you

on  your drooping shoulder .

Did you have a persistent headache?

Did you have a dry cough ?

Then for goodness sake,

my friend, you may not live to be 

much older.



Ck 22/07/20/ revised 05/12/ '20


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Spanish Sunset. (by JE )


wifi for now,

                     Ck.

I believe in what i see
I believe in what I hear.
I believe hat what i'm feeling,
changes how the world appears .

NEIL PEART  1996,
 



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