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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

Date: 5/12/2020 5:29:00 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

Date: 5/12/2020 2:00:00 PM

I echo John's sentiments too an especially like that final stanza, congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

James Inman

Date: 5/12/2020 11:53:00 AM

Frances, I like the short lines and repetition but the last two stanzas make the poem for me. Enjoyed your write.