Frances Schiavina Poet Free verse

The Plague

THE PLAGUE

The voice of the bride
Preparing her yes
Is not heard at all
In you

The laughter of children
Stamping the playground
Is not heard at all 
In you

The loudness of merchants
Ringing their fare
Is not heard at all 
In you

The bustling of city life
Dawn to night lights
Is not heard at all
In you

The prayers of clerics
Baptism or Last Rights
Is not heard at all
In you

Some people
Wait for science to return
Their humanity stolen from them
While sleeping

Others on their knees
Lift with their faith the veil 
Of illness threatening humanity
Away from the earth

Fifth Place: Covid19-Team Poetry Soup-5/12/20

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 12, 2020 at 5:29 PM Hello Frances Schiavina, so nice to meet you. The first verse is so sad. So is the second.Because children are suppose to laugh.The seventh says it well. enjoy your evening my friend.

Jan Allison May 12, 2020 at 2:00 PM I echo John's sentiments too an especially like that final stanza, congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

James Inman May 12, 2020 at 11:53 AM Frances, I like the short lines and repetition but the last two stanzas make the poem for me. Enjoyed your write.