In the Time of Virus

Series of poems exchanged between poets via e-mail

#5

Empty Nest with Pandemic. The hound howls and our one outdoor light turns the orange lid of the bird feeder neon. In the backyard, remembering the times you met me in Bangkok, in Santiago, places I never would have gone had you not been waiting. We, not confined, not longing for adventure but keeping ears wide open for unusual cries, chirps and singing in our neighborhood as we review the adventure of 42 years with joined hearts, leaping in and out of fire. ©Debbi Brody 2020

In the Time of Virus

Series of poems exchanged between poets via e-mail

#4

seven haiku

coronavirus

social contagion of fear

time to sit, listen

toilet paper rolls

the currency of worry

in select-a-size

as roman hellos

elbow around in the world

six-foot masked man waits

tv teaching us

world geography of loss

tally of denial

cardinal singing

sweetly on the outstretched wing

of double parked plane

daffodil joy left

in pickle jar on back step

brings smile and deep sigh

my zen friend, ruben

ringing transformation bells

whom will they wake up?

- J. T. Knoll

In the Time of Virus

Series of poems exchanged between poets via e-mail

#3

an errand from Gaia, my keep or so it seems, blue notes a musical with Fred and you'd think Ginger but Rita moves instead tippy taps us a new life over the old tells us that creams our new beginnings in the death of black and white and its dearth of color coordination balloons let go in Hollywood(land) old-school dance to rest upon our oceans would breathe us all in (and has) dances us across our currently fiat fling for non-existent gold (as it does) giving us gardens to hold dear as if we had it really for keeping, for believing as if big rocks never fell from the sky from the nevermind nor ever could be our baskets of Truth whatever seems to make us soil ourselves - Dave Ashmore