Nothing has changed





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




Nothing is changed

Truth is still truth


Life is dancing

As ever

On the head of a pin

◄ Fading

Yearly Remembrance ►


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Sat 25th Apr 2020 22:36

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


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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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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

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