Viral Poetry
for the coronavirus and all those affected
Sometimes Life speaks through poets.
Sometimes Life speaks through dreams,
through flowing water,
through chilly stars on a clear winter night,
through the imperfect reconstruction of experience
our memories strive so hard to provide,
through those moments when your loving body
knows no separation from your lover’s body.
Sometimes Life speaks through pain,
through injury, illness, and epidemics.
She whispers. She shouts. She screams.
And, sometimes,
she even kills people – lots of people ¬–
in the hopes her message is heard.
Sometimes Life speaks through viruses.
But, she would rather speak through poets.
Hearing/feeling it, Will… respect…
Glad you liked it, Michelle. I hope you and yours are safe and well.
This inspires me to write more poetry
Throughout all your work, I feel heard.
Thank you Will Falk
That makes me very glad to know, Kelli.