The Earth is our beloved grandmother Lying mortally ill in a nursing home (Did you think that she was my grandmother? For surely I thought she was yours) Or is she in a hospital ICU? I’m telling you we have lost her She is everyone’s Grandmother Struggling to breathe When Covid-19 slowed us down (Her …
Searching for a new mantra
They come from space From the space station They look nice All dressed the same Germ free Straight from the mission Dream alert What is That distant sound Trying to get through my tinnitus? Could that be Gabriel’s horn? I’m not ready Spirit walk with me I don’t like …
Epidemic Epistle IV: A COVID-19 crisis diary by Dave & Gary Lindorff:
Stalking the message
I don’t want to write about the pandemic But how it took my voice away Which is a hard thing to do Because to write I need my voice All I can do is use the voice I have To write about How and when I lost it It happened about 4 weeks ago I …
Epidemic Epistle II: A COVID-19 crisis diary by Dave & Gary Lindorff
Wading through: It’s all poetry, bad poetry
I’m an introvert. As an introvert I prefer not to talk unless I have something to say. We introverts have a lot going on in our heads that stays there if we can’t find a way to express or give form to it, to our truth I mean. For me, working with dreams taps into …
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Not essential Not alone
Alone How long can this go on? We knew this could happen But we thought it never would We told stories about things like this Just to cover our bases because we knew Or so it was written: The universe is not predictable So we tried to hold off the inevitable By second guessing …
Corona
I saw you coming Years ago Did you see me When I closed my eyes I closed my eyes To everything but you For a millisecond Did you hear me Talking to you From the rocky edges of an island Over the surf Did you hear me Calling out in the meadow Where the …
A special moment from 2016 revisited:
Greetings from Vermont on the eve of our Primary
We are revisiting a poem I wrote in 2016 that was inspired by the sparrow showing up at Bernie’s rally in Portland OR titled ‘One Day in the Asylum’ But first I want to say something about poetic truth and reality. As I get older I tend to experience the world as increasingly soulful. But …
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Homeless
The wind booms in the trees The wind makes the trees on the ridge roar Some say this is a desperate time Some day I will rely upon the help of strangers Someday I will forget why I write Please don’t let that happen until I am ready The wind is bitter cold today What …
Escaping
You are always saying You can’t stand it any more People look askance There he goes again He always goes off on that When he misses his medication Peering down the hall Shhh they’re coming Others have gotten out We’ll be like them Shhh There are ghosts in the mountains you know Informants in the …
Another poem about
Not Florida so much Not pure white birds that hunt like dinosaurs Not lizards crossing the sidewalk in colors that remind me of the psychedelic sixties Not palm trees sedately waiting for the next hurricane Not boats as big as the house my uncle lived in in Fort Lauderdale in the 60s or I mean …