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April, 2020

The park bench sat there
Empty of laughter from young couples
Devoid of much except the background of trees nearby.

Looking in the clear mirror
therein, was the way it used to be
not the way it is now.
Looking, seeing, your eyes noticing the colors
the greens of spring grass
the blues of the gloves ending in a teal hospital gown
the moving neon of a critical care monitor
the greys of the basement where the dim light that comes thru
is that of a narrow window, high up on the wall, dusty, diffusing.

You hear the hiss of the ventilator
wait for the next breath’s sound
down intubated lungs into COVID infected tissue

those thoughts dripping sweaty anticipation
it could be you next time
another ambulance, flashing, drives by the park.

Still, there is the silent beauty of butterflies, by the swings
the hummingbirds want the same nectar, both are unaffected by
that little round less-that-a-micron-in-size bastard-ball of infectiousness.

The future is not in the mirror.

The park wishes for forests on mountains.

Children used to play where the wolverines now roam.

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I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
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What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Is the internal logic consistent?
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Thanks, in advance for taking the time to read my work. This is the first of four COVID ONE NINER poems.
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A very good write,
We have not been subject to a Pandemic before, wen would sort of smile in disbelief when the history books told of 1348 and 1665 and now 2020, 30 years late as repetition goes probably the 1918 was early.
We don't take these things serious enough, so it will decimate large parts of the world..
As you say a tiny thing we cannot see kills more than all your nasty Bombs ever made by us war soaked nations full of greed.
Spend that money on looking after people and making the world a better place would be of more use.
I have lived on this Plain for 78 years and have seen many things, we can now make more money than years ago to hell with those suffering poverty and a simple thing like fresh water..
We should be so proud of our race as humans.
Whoops have been going on too long
Have a careful life out there ,
Yours Ian T

Words can build a nation

This is the first of the “ONE NINER” poems. Have done three so far, and working on a fourth.

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Hi Ray, the last global pandemic was just after WWI, perhaps it started sooner but was not global until about a year later. And I'm sure this one must also have started sooner. These micron sized viruses are stealthy, so who knows when it crept out to become a global problem, I understand they occur about every 100 years or so.
I like the way you included the hummingbirds and butterflies, as well as forests and mountains. Perhaps they will all return renewed after humankind has paid the great price for so much destruction.
Your poem is sad but also has hopeful strophe's, so I find it an enjoyable read.
I'll return for another look, all the best, Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

I appreciate your words... this piece is the first of the “ONE NINER” poems. I guess I should post the other two...

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