Tag: pandemic
Pandemic Lament, January 15
Wanting spring or the summertime lake, I mourn this pandemic winter. Netflix doesn’t solace, Zoom only teases, and constant craving defeats joy. I yearn for comforting news, for boring times, and a “normal” that will never return.
Pandemic Moments – September
At a table on the sidewalk, by the coffee shop - bliss in the sun. Two masked women rush together, hug, masks rubbing, then step back - physical distancing for talking.
Enough
By the midnight fluorescent flickering I wander bemusedly searching for a meaningful question in this empty time. The rain sweet breeze blows in the open window and, as I breath, my heart loosens, throbs, hesitates, yearning to warm and accept the dark otherness with its questions without answers. I am pulled to the dark lake And the windblown moment: And now is enough.
A Pandemic Series – My Red Lipstick
A Reposting of the Three Red Lipstick Poems, in Sequence
These three poem-videos belong in this sequence, not in the reverse order in which the blog displays them below, based on when I initially posted them.
1
My red lipstick is annoyed,
muttering behind my mask,
wanting an escape.
2
My red lipstick explains
shyly,
she is not annoyed;
she is afraid.
Afraid I will permanently abandon
her, and my rings,
and the new dress fluttering on its hanger.
Now –
and for all the roiling days
masked in the fog
of an un-normal future.
3
My Red Lipstick Mourns
My red lipstick mourns,
huddled in her drawer,
as I mourn, too,
bare-lipped behind my mask.
Now – I groom for “meetings”,
my red lipstick appears,
digitally
trying to represent who I was.
I yearn for, mourn for,
the times I touched, hugged,
and groomed for,
locked away now,
My Red Lipstick Mourns
My Red Lipstick Mourns
My red lipstick mourns,
huddled in her drawer,
as I mourn, too,
bare-lipped behind my mask.
Now – I groom for “meetings”,
my red lipstick appears,
digitally
trying to represent who I was.
I yearn for, mourn for,
the times I touched, hugged,
and groomed for,
locked away now,
like my red lipstick.
My Red Lipstick Explains
My red lipstick explains
shyly,
she is not annoyed;
she is afraid.
Afraid I will permanently abandon
her, and my rings,
and the new dress fluttering on its hanger.
Now –
and for all the roiling days
masked in the fog
of an un-normal future.
My Red Lipstick
My red lipstick is annoyed,
muttering behind my mask,
wanting an escape.
Perfume in a Pandemic
Perfume in a Pandemic
is pointless.
I watch, listen to your
simulacrums, your untouchable
screen ghosts.
I yearn
For smell and taste..
Perfume in a pandemic
is comforting, I shake
the tiny bottle, my finger as stopper.
I stroke my pulse points,
bathe in, breath in, grasp
the memory:
the clutching joy of
your embracing warmth
as we hugged.
Perfume in a pandemic is essential.
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