For 14 days
Maybe more
They urge us inside
The market shelves empty
The roads and sidewalks too
Nothing should remain open
But what is essential to use
Some say an end is coming
To what we know and knew
And there is an ongoing promise
That the next measures will be
Excessively harsh and severe
If this doesn’t work like it should
So I walk to work
Not knowing …
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
Here in France they’ve just closed the schools. Today was the last day till who knows when. The teaches and students seemed overjoyed. :)) I like that you made a poem about your experience with it. I think the world needs more of this kind of thing.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and reading. There’s lots of different perspectives to what is happening around the world and it’s important we all band together in times like this. Stay safe.