Still Life
I look at last week’s bluebells in their vase some spent; some strong still' pictures of Memories shadow my mind haphazardly, along with the conviction of life's validity.
Its quiet outside on the 4th of the 20th 2020 and the worlds vision is altered, people are Talking.
Not for now the adulated pop idols and demi-gods;
There are bursts of sombre news reports,
A rash of adverts seeking to milk the worthy folk,
The frightened people anyone at all!
Also I feel a consensus of concern.
'And yet hope' as the world finds its heroes amidst the carers and quiet workers;
The farmers, the growers of 'vegetables and fruit and hope' for the future is part of what we Make of our today; there is still life; and it’s still valid!
©Joe Maverick 20-4-2020
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