This spring, the second of the covid19 pandemic, is another lockdown. I remember my fear and isolation during the first one, the first stay at home order I had ever experienced. I am grateful that I am able to be out in sun, sitting on my balcony and enjoying the calls of the birds. The cat is also filled with alertness and enjoyment from her whiskers to the tip of her tail! Birds, she feels, call to her! Sometimes she chitters back.
Easing back into the blog, I’ve made up for the Haiku challenges I’ve missed on Ronovan Writes. Here, I’ve written around the words suggested for the past three weeks. I hope you enjoy these new shoots of poems!
Chirping, spring perches on branches bare of verdant bloom. swift, full throated.
When fleas sneeze rats might scurry. plague upon both their nations! leave us be!
Oh comfort erupts when sun’s days grow longer yet shadow lies above
Another contribution from me to Ronovan Writes’ weekly haiku challenge. This week’s words were “mad” and “sane”. The haiku’s form provides structure. Our minds provide the creativity! The link is here: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/12/14/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-336-mad-and-sane/. As a person with fibromyalgia and chronic conditions, I am always heartened to see the work of others like him who push through their circumstances to find humour and creativity. Girl, it’s not easy, as the women always say on the streets of Havana!
I have had mad thoughts before the loss of hopeful drove me sane. Why now?
Covid’s mad scatter burrows through hearts and people. Shadow of sane selves.
Sane dreaming gets me through. The mad call it lucid. Art, words, tune, rhythm.