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Pandemically Yours

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I'll surely rise behind the cloud to a new day dawning, though sun's rays may grow fewer, secure in grace. My mind turns to all the days shared without worry of touch, or grave of thought, and found breath free of pestilence, same as you. Now I remain silent, through Purell's sweet scented night, hands grow warm, feverish brow warns away. Warns away your touch I so desperately need to feel alive and stay. Please never forget this hour, pierced by a knife, pedals torn from the flower. And please I pray, remember me.., always. Pandemically Yours, Pandora

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Timothy Hicks

Date: 5/4/2020 3:55:00 AM

Wasn't expecting a song to accompany my reading (does that come with dinner afterwards? ;) ) Another walk into the shadows I see... your words are quite isolating here and sound like a cry out for warmth, for friendship. I especially liked these particular phrases "Purell's sweet scented night" "pandemically yours" It's humorous (but not haha-funny ... more like dark humor). PS: I appreciate your visit too my Wild poem ... hope to see you around the boards.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 5/4/2020 10:40:00 PM

Timothy, Song sets the mood. Trust me, if Shakespeare had iTunes he would've stretched Othello into seven acts. As for the poem, just the nature of the changing times. Like the Bugler playing Taps for a fallen warrior in a war no one came to fight. The street light just changed to yellow..do we speed through or stop? -Richard

Dm Babbit

Date: 4/25/2020 5:39:00 AM

Is that German? Remembering you - always.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 4/25/2020 10:37:00 AM

DM, It is German. Marlene Dietrich singing 'Where Have All the Flowers Gone?' Year: 1965 Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Wo sind sie geblieben? Sag mir wo die Blumen sind Was ist gescheh'n? Sag mir wo die Blumen sind – Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind! Wann wird man je versteh'n? Wann wird man je versteh'n? -Richard

Jcb Brul

Date: 4/12/2020 9:38:00 PM

The eye-cathing title pulled me here...amd I wasn't disappointed. Very substantial piece. Stay safe.

Quoth Theraven
Date: 4/17/2020 11:10:00 PM

Thank you JCB..eye catching you say? -Richard

Paul Callus

Date: 4/11/2020 12:33:00 PM

An impressive poem which strikes a chord or two, Richard. Wouldn't it be great to wake up and find that this is all a dream! This pandemic has got to us all, in one way or another. Same like Pandora, opening that dreaded box, we too are guilty of bringing woes upon ourselves. Regards // paul

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 4/6/2020 11:31:00 PM

Please never forget this hour, pierced by a knife...Well written, Richard. Be well and stay safe.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/6/2020 4:32:00 PM

did you put this song up Later?? I never heard it the first time I saw your poem. I love that song and it's cool to hear it in another language. Yes, "when will they ever learn?"

Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/19/2020 9:11:00 AM

"Petals torn from a flower" is such a memorable turn of phrase. Stay safe, Gershon

Beata Agustin

Date: 3/15/2020 11:06:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this grim warning, presented in your awesome poetic style. Thanks likewise for your comments. God bless you.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/14/2020 9:10:00 AM

It seems you have channeled William Shakespeare. This brought a smile.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/13/2020 4:09:00 PM

I love the symbolism you used in this poem. Great stuff! And thanks for telling me about Mademoiselle from Armentières' I had never heard of her before. When I saw the contest title inky dinky parlay voo, my mind went right to you know what (maybe the song was in my mind subconciously all these years!! I was writing like i was that woman. hahaha)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/13/2020 4:09:00 PM

I looked up the song on youtube. It's a gas!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/13/2020 11:21:00 AM

We live and hope for all things good, it's all we can do Richard. Hope you're well. Tom

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/13/2020 10:05:00 AM

"My mind turns to all the days shared without worry of touch, or grave of thought, and found breath free of pestilence, same as you." - optimistic and hopeful my friend.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/12/2020 7:24:00 AM

Very apt Richard--you gave voice to many who are suffering--I hear those verses of pain --feeling helpless.

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/12/2020 7:02:00 AM

This is so powerful!! I hope all will be ok for you. We are in very challenged times. Bless you :)