A moving poem by Tanya Cliff in this time of uncertainty. Thank you Tanya.
Pat
Distant…
Hands long for the warmth of flesh
to touch
to hold
to love
The torn social fabric
Covers our mouths
Shielding us
From
Each
Other
This day, too, shall pass—
it always does—
not fast enough for most,
far too quickly for some…
We Mourn
Like doves, tossed in the storm,
Like sheep, led to the slaughter,
Like lone wolves…
Distant…
We howl at the insensitive moon.
It waxes.
It wanes.
It cycles.
We will sort through the carnage—
we always do—
and comfort each other
touch
hold
love
And mend the social fabric
Breathe the fresh air
And Celebrate…
a
…pandemic, DISTANT
©️2020 Tanya Cliff
WOWWWWWWWW!
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Awesome, right!!! I thought so too😊
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Blew me away, so good.
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I love the distancing between the lines. Makes the poem even more poignant. Excellent.
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I agree!
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Sombre but beautifully written ❤️
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Beautiful share!
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Thanks Eugenia!
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