To Drink So Deep

Events are canceled day and night
No sports, no concerts, wrong or right
Right now it's hard to see the light
  Pandemic frenzy grips us tight  

The college campus' shutting down
Though no one's going out-of-town
Most folks are wearing surly frowns
  The joy of laughter does not sound  

Despite all this we're still in love
We gaze in awe at stars above
And marvel at the song of doves
  To drink so deep of nectars of

The gods of pleasure and embrace
  From all but us they've hid their face
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Emmanuel Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 11:57 AM
Beautiful ink of the moment. Nicely done.
Wolf Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 2:01 PM
Thank you, Solomon! Cheers, Gershon
White Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 10:16 AM
It’s a little bit crazy and people are genuinely scared here in the USA. Well written GW. Kelli.
Wolf Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 2:01 PM
That's for sure. Its a genuine scare! :)
Krutsinger Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 6:10 AM
I cannot believe that Chicago and Boston cancelled their St Patrick Day parades! Well penned, I think you should add a verse about that though. Will they still dye the river green?
Wolf Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 1:57 PM
I can hardly believe that you can't believe it. Parades can be rescheduled; lives cannot be reclaimed. :) gw
Cunningham Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 5:22 AM
After researching the Spanish flu for a poem, I realised these viruses are clever little lifeforms and if under attack from vaccines etc can mutate with similar viruses and be ten times stronger, as what happened with the Spanish flu, the first wave made folk ill but died out, but later the same year 1918, came back with a vengeance and took over 50 million lives. We should follow Italys lead and restrict all movement now But then it would make folks lose money, take it from me they are going to lose a hell of a lot more before this one dies out. Well written sonnet Gershon. Tom
Wolf Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 1:56 PM
As I type these words, oil is flirting with under $30 a barrel, the stock market is in free-fall, cruise lines have shut down, professional sports are cancelling thousands of games, the airline and hotel industries are in serious trouble. Bottom lines: Let us lose money instead of lives! Trump actually said this. although no one will give him any credit for doing so. Thanks, Tom
Somadas Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 1:39 AM
Your sonnet is rhyming beautifully, even though the theme is alarming.. We love all but fearing our fellow humans..
Wolf Avatar
March 12, 2020 at 1:53 PM
Scary stuff, eh? Thanks for the feedback, Jenish. Cheers, Gershon
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