APROXM: POETRY

COLLECTED COVID WORKS

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PREFACE: The following lines and works were written during Covid, some while I had Covid. And guess which one was during Fibro's worst.

February 3, 2020 11:26 PM

Im in your bones,

I feel the air

Im in your bones,

I feel the air

Im in your bones,

I feel the air

Im in your bones,

I feel the air

Im in your bones

I feel the air

I scrape the grey sky

I feel the air

Im in repose

Breaths come to close

Im in your bones

This life you chose

Im in your bones

I feel the air

I scrape the grey sky

I feel the air

Im in repose

Breaths come to close

Im in your bones

This life you chose

March 4, 2020 5:04 AM

Amongst yellow blankets of 'lions,

Did I soften my careful gaze.

The hum of the dragonfly spread

Plentifully around my form lazed.

And I paid it no special due,

For he and I were both equally guests.

As sunlight drizzled over my skin,

Did I bid the 'fly well on his quest.

Rearranging myself in the form of a nap,

The thought of him gently returned,

I wondered aloud where he might then visit,

And if his safety was surely assured?

Rolling a stem between my fingers,

I felt the sudden pang of solemnity.

One 'fly of noble description,

Carried onwards his journey past me,

And while this unsung hero sang,

Did I rest my ungrateful form down on soft earth,

And while this hero seeked out his triumph,

Did I quit my own ambition first.

Amongst yellow blankets of 'lions,

The hum of the dragonfly stirred my being.

But before the great undertaking of uprising,

Did my sight slip way into dream.

March 16, 2020 8:02 PM

Why do you cry,

sun soaked flower?

Come and rest your frame

Beside me

Have no shame

You are more than welcome

From the realities outside

Beside me

These feelings we take in stride

One day after another

The bumble bee will still buzz

Beside me

And at night, the cicadas will still hush

And your sun will treasure you once more

Its soft spoken glow treasures us all

Besides me

Worry not about such talk,

Go out and nurse your nectar

And remember the cool kiss of wind

Without me

November 28, 2020 2:31 PM

she wore skin of fire

it engulfed her and she knew it

not the first she'd been through it

she wore it to every picture

taken for men who never really knew her

taken for men who saw right through her

she spoke with fire

from her young age to adulthood

making mistakes only a child could

she played with fire

even when she knew adults shouldn't

she wore the skin other children wouldn't

every day it chars her just a little more

and i understand it

when you crave any warmth at all

you'll let the gasoline fall

May 12, 2021 7:09 PM

when you vent to them once, that's your first chance

when you come back for seconds,

you're repeating the circumstance

or at least that's how it feels

like all youre doing is getting them down

and suddenly no one wants you around

or at least that's how it feels

youre a one trick pony, an instrument

you can play one note, nothing different

go on, swallow that bitter pill

or at least... that's how it feels

March 29, 2022 7:01 PM

now every little thing is fucked

now every small thing is fucked

now i crawl cause my back is fucked

now i crawl cause it's acting up

and i bawl cause i can't get back up

and i bawl cause i'm trapped in a funk