week 653 ~ as you fall off the edge of the known world

as you fall off the edge of the known world
remember to reach for your sanity
or what’s left for the future’s not pretty
and you’ve been living indoors tightly curled
up in a ball of denial the loss
has made prognostication difficult
will your wings still work or is the result
of brain disuse disabling please don’t toss
jagged shards of truth at anyone fly
as best you can right now because escape
is essential to progress to reshape
expectations will take time you and I
don’t have so let’s just move ahead seeming
convinced we’ve not reached the end of dreaming

week 648 ~ exactly when and how

exactly when and how
isn’t known yet or where
we’ll see soon just not now
exactly when and how
we’ll escape and allow
life back in waiting there
exactly when and how
isn’t known yet or where

week 637 ~ I dream a room full of friends

I dream a room full of friends
where everybody’s laughing
I’ve no idea how it ends

as the arc of history bends
times ripe for photographing
I dream a room full of friends

some needing to make amends
shake off the tears life’s gaffs bring
I’ve no idea how it ends

demon pandemic upends
careful choreographing
I dream a room full of friends

who never did follow trends
now brought low by some daff thing
I’ve no idea how it ends

creativity depends
on how high luck’s bent staff swings
I dream a room full of friends
I’ve no idea how it ends

week 635 ~ I wish it had not happened in our time

I wish it had not happened in our time
this pathway isn’t one we’d ever choose
but we are on it regardless of whose
nightmare valley boxed us in we can’t climb
out by sheer will stuck in a pantomime
of the life we were living when our muse
had free reign it does no good to accuse
while mourning hapless souls lost in their prime
so we trudge on and go nowhere staying
safely home as more lost days trickle by
redrawing roadmaps as music playing
evaporates and make us want to cry
out in frustration as patience fraying
releases fading hopes in one long sigh

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.

week 633 ~ we’re tourists at the pandemic

we’re tourists at the pandemic
staying safe at home while we are
cut off from what where who those far
away we can’t tell which one’s sick
or might be so we try to pick
a direction without thinking
walk straight ahead never blinking
lost without true maps to guide us
through we’re safe they say what’s the fuss
while all around boats keep sinking

week 612 ~ wrapped in music I can pretend

wrapped in music I can pretend
the world outside my windows is
the same as it was I hear his
piano the resonance mend
-ing black holes in my world to bend
the hours back to winter how
much we miss then in our sad now
losing our easy existence
overnight we grasp one instance
of playing together somehow

week 608 ~ believe them unless

believe them unless
you refuse to see
fear might be timeless

it’s anyone’s guess
no wishes come free
believe them unless

you’ve strength to address
fate’s trajectory
fear might be timeless

if still through this mess
roads lead to safety
believe them unless

you’re denied access
by uncertainty
fear might be timeless

hopes keen in distress
sacred possibly
believe them unless
fear might be timeless

week 606 ~ one hundred thousand

one hundred thousand
remember we must
women children men
one hundred thousand
will not laugh again
futures ground to dust
one hundred thousand
remember we must

week 603 ~ violets poke through dead leaves

violets poke through dead leaves
the optimism of spring still
astounds us as the whole world grieves
violets poke through dead leaves
a wistful soul dreaming perceives
this harbinger of summer’s will
violets poke through dead leaves
the optimism of spring still

week 599 ~ If I may ask a question of the world

If I may ask a question of the world
how much can we all take collectively
how many deaths will be too many we
must reach a breaking point somewhere fate hurled
insurmountable disease time unfurled
weaknesses in our defenses to see
the underpinnings of society
fail abjectly unprotected souls curled
up into balls of fear when there are no
answers yes we can be distracted by
tv shows and graphs of statistics so
flimsily grasping the silent reply
of numbers of projections we can’t go
on until some truth unseats the big lie