My father’s gun is black
dVerse prompt to write a concrete poem (missed the deadline so going with the next prompt of a conceit.). This is a new stanza to my spoken word poem of the same title which the metaphor of the gun is expanded to meaning many things.
Young man who administered the shot told me it would be over soon. He was talking about the pandemic. He liked my hat. I told him it was my keep covid off my hair hat. He said good and shot me in the arm.
dVerse quadrille on the word bother. This is a prose poem quadrille.
WHO announces the end of pandemic
You do not have to wash your hands
or stay away from your friends
free to move throughout the country
and the world (with your vaccine card)
still be courteous and do not cough
NaPoWriMo prompt on news I would like to see. Can’t think of anything more desirable than this.
Quick the seasons were
in the time of pandemic
under a clear sky
caught up in futures
if we live or die here— who cares
know this for all days
that are shorter now
with the cold of winter coming
I want my blanket
dVerse quadrille prompt on the word blanket
Maybe at Christmas
or next year
to return to Portugal
learn the language
hike on a rugged
to the surf
hope to return
NaPoWriMo prompt to the concept of return. Last day for thirty days of writing poetry. So hoping there will be a return to traveling.
“No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” No one was going anywhere. The trains and planes had stopped running a week ago. All ground transportation halted by order of the government. Gas stations were closed. Truckers off for two weeks. This was a complete stand still. Fourteen days to clear the virus out of the system. Only one more week to go. One more week to make the food last; for the hospitals to unlock.
Plans were already going up for the restart. The grocery stores would open first, pharmacies second. People in close proximity to these places are lucky as they can walk. Public transportation would resume on the third day. Gas stations would open for delivery trucks only. Hospitals open, followed by churches. By the end of ten days, people can drive a car again. Back to normal.
dVerse prompt for prose of 144 words using the sentence “No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” by Edward Thomas. Photo taken in Italy. This is a fantasy of how it could be if all transportation comes to a standstill including walking.
Jesus no longer walked among the people
Hé & His disciples went to Ephraim
a city near the wilderness
it was 6 days before the Passover
& people were wondering
would Jesus come to Jerusalem
His following was building
He had raised Lazarus
from the dead
& the priests & Pharisees
wanted to kill Lazarus as well as Jesus
I’m in the middle of a 40 day series on Jesus going from Caesarea Philippi to His ascension.