Word Less

I used to be a poet –
words would arrive unbidden
(not one for the funny side
though occasionally funny)
now the world of grim
has caught me in
what seems
a frantic, who knows how long, game of chase.
Time past wasn’t always…even often
kind though I knew it was a possibility, now
when I’m aware of tremendous acts of charity
and kindness, expected and unexpected
now when I turn to words to thank,
to care,
to share,
even to warn
in the face of something terrifyingly
unthinking, unreasoning,strong, virile…and
seemingly inevitable…
…now when I see poetry all around
in Spring, doing its thing
in people going beyond and above
on the radio each day to uplift
am empty and bow to word less
power of Covid.

About SallyJ

I am a writer and a poet.
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