Virus

Nothing has changed

Truly

 

Perhaps

 

The dreams of escapes smaller

The gaze fixed on a closer horizon

 

The circle of daily thoughts and walks

Narrowed down in rarefied air

 

Our common loneliness

More acute and visible

 

But

 

Nothing is changed

Truth is still truth

 

Life is dancing

As ever

On the head of a pin

◄ Fading

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raypool

Sat 25th Apr 2020 22:36

Excellent muse, and with room to breathe it feels like an antidote to the common fear.

Ray

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Jeannot

Mon 30th Mar 2020 20:49

So true Po, the universe is shrinking around us, and the feeling you describe seems to apply everywhere.

Thank you

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poemagraphic

Mon 30th Mar 2020 20:39

The whole world is on a pin head J

Nice poem... The air is so different. There is a feel in the air akin to the run-up to Christmas. In the mornings here the only sound is that of birdsong. It is as if nature too is 'having a rest form her daily onslaught.

Keep dancing
Po

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