Strange Times Poem by DM W

Strange Times

Rating: 5.0


My friend, let's look at present, pressing woes.
In these strange times, this town is emptied out.
Indeed, pale ghosts now drift across the streets!
I feel the need to engage with nature so
Yesterday, I walked along the Headland.
I turned my gaze towards the teeming sea.
Menacing gulls were screeching overhead.
The waves were roaring against the mute rocks.
I thought of Being's constant ebbs and flows:
All the joys and sorrows; all the light and shade.
For me the vast, unruly sea often
Does represent these fundamental things.

Thursday, October 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,happiness,life,light,sea,sorrows,strange
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 23 October 2020

Mouth Masked Disembodied Personalities mouth masked emotions disembodied personalities pale pound house ghosts quarantine COVID 19 refugees citizen lockdown virus spread risks government restriction cage lives enduring house imprisonments suffering social imposed isolations living livestock coop existence timid venture into outside light to restock food before the night COVID 19 rain on parade blight Dedicated to the poet Dominic Windram.

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Terry Craddock 22 October 2020

COVID 19 Lockdowns even employment can be tribal affiliations chief team set goals solitary confinement was a harsh punishment denying human discourse isolated individuals fade in time like wilting flowers cut from bulb with no roots to sustain stem life purpose people do not prosper cut adrift from sustaining roots COVID 19 lockdowns cuts all community roots stems wither slow fade Dedicated to the poet Dominic Windram.

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Terry Craddock 22 October 2020

Emptied Towns Attest To COVID 19 Community Lockdown disembodied personalities with masked emotions humanity consists of family friend social interactions personality withers with lockdown sanctioned interruptions personality festers imprisoned state imposed isolations emptied towns attest confined at home pale ghosts Inspired by the poem 'Strange Times' by the poet Dominic Windram. Dedicated to the poet Dominic Windram.

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Terry Craddock 15 October 2020

'In these strange times, this town is emptied out. Indeed, pale ghosts now drift across the streets! ' disembodied personalities with masked emotions, humanity consists of family friend social interactions, even employment can be tribal affiliation team goals, solitary confinement was a harsh punishment denying human discourse, isolated individuals fade in time like wilting flowers, cut from bulb with no roots to sustain, people do not prosper cut adrift from sustaining roots

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Sandra Feldman 15 October 2020

In this quite but not serene poem, one can feel the somewhat vital dissatisfaction, the looking for something to hold on to, in these strange times, Excellently conveyed and written, How you express what the Sea represents for you is strongly and beautifully intense and alive. I really loved this work, so poetic and at the same time so deeply felt, beautifully human and sincere. Truly impressive and unforgettable!

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