In April 2020, after a fifty-year hiatus, I began writing poetry again because it was the only form that enabled me to shape my chaotic feelings. The result, the ten-page Pandemic Alphabet Rap, wasn’t very good, but I did manage to use allusions to popular songs and even book titles. I dedicated it to the musicians and entertainers who suddenly found themselves without an audience (Zoom concerts are no substitute). I showed this poem to a few people, who appeared to be non plussed. In May 2021, I edited it down to four pages and added the other set of disasters we’re dealing with on top of the pandemic: extreme drought, raging floods, and deadly fires.
It seems humanity is in dire straits on a scale never seen before. I can’t help wondering what the next revision, in 2022, will look like.
Zeitgeist
Zeitgeist speak to us
We have survived
But we are wounded
Wary of the next
Pandemic
We can’t breathe easy
Something
is incubating somewhere
and we’re feeling queasy
our minds in cages
our faces masked
it’s a nightmare for the sages
Yet
Another world is being born
While we pray
And we fight
And we mourn
Vaccination
Victory Virus Vaccine
These things are related
I dig in my Victorygarden
where red roses bloom
for the dead
I zoom unabated
But soon I’m
anxious and mute
the vaccine race is on
you must get jabbed
ve hav vays
resistance is moot
Illusion
Infodemics & Illusions
We had warnings
We lived with delusions
of growth & control
If this is goodbye
To the life we once knew
there’s only one conclusion
we must change our minds for real
massage out the hubris
how do you feel
Denial
This can’t be our life
So we’re drinking
Eating magic shrooms and
Smoking weed
The day the music died
I was thinking
There’s no delight
There’s too much noise
Too many in need
And too many damn
screeds
Endgame
Everybody knows
The ferryman will come
Everybody knows
Easter came without resurrection
Of normal life &
April was the cruelest month for infection
We battle cataclysmic fears
while paddling without direction
on an ocean of salty tears
Trust
Testing Testing Testing
The times they are a changing again
The virus is infesting
Our universal tent
Truths are not self-evident
Covid testing is misleading
Every certainty is receding
Kahnemann says we’re
Thinking fast when we should be
thinking slow but we’re distracted
late with the rent
wondering who to trust
And when
Our life will go completely
Bust
Fear
Fear is unbound
My friends stopped coming round
We get by with a little help
From the government
Rules rule
How fragile we are
All alone in this together
And hope is
Crazy stoopid like
the weather
Kindness
I missed
That last kiss and
The caress of your hand
At your final bedside
Strangers held vigil
You slipped beyond my reach
I could not break the window
You are gone and I am left
Alone on a deserted beach
Love
Love, they say, is the answer
But I forgot the question
I used to say live and let die
But I’m no longer young
I used to see life another way
used to dismiss the cost
But now I know
What a wonderful world
We lost
Music
Some days I feel so calm
On others such madness
My lizard brain is fretting
though I smile
and every single day
Music & friends save me
for a little while
Noir
There’s no end in sight
every midnight
I want to scream
Something
Global & abusive
I hear you whisper
let’s go back
The words of the prophets are elusive
Just fade to black
Pause
On the steep stairway to heaven
Humans hunker down
The Amazon is burning hot
The drought is spreading
The fires are blazing
The floods are coming &
Nobody knows how long we’ve got
Warped Wisdom
WTF just happened
give me some answers, please
You murmur words like
Wisdom, Water
Warp & Woof
The pattern is eternal
We have the proof
The wisdom of Gaia
Holds us
In a strong embrace
it just might be
Our saving Grace
Yes, very well put. And not only I, having lived a life, feel the terrible change of our world; my children, all grown up and having young children themselves, sometimes are desperate. But still I insist on hope and love. Without love and hope we will be lost.
I Love it. Very well said and so true of how most of us feel without being able to give it a voice.