Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Our planet
steeped in sequestration, segregation
from the fateful, faceless foe,
unreal shunts from normal,
Pervading every place
and sacred space
where voices are no longer raised
in praise.
Instead,
Inside, we shelter, seeking safety,
safely burrow’ing deep
within each
tenuous, burst-able bubble.
Huddled close, yet ever distant,
shy away from
those we now need,
those who now need us
most.
Hope,
A solitary bloom
upright, soft and quiet on the sill,
Thin window pane away from fatal frost,
Delicately strong,
As if to say: Be gay – the chill will soon away,
Together here, we (surely) can survive
and thrive
and strive to bloom
anew.
Photo Friday: #black_and_white
Absolutely lovely, Joanne.
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