Poem for a Pandemic: A Nightmare and a BlessingPosted: April 19, 2020 Filed under: poetry, Writers & writing 7 Comments
I confess I’m afraid.
Afraid of the dreaded zombie virus
That stalks our streets and spaces.
I’m fighting it, staying home, washing hands,
Missing the theater,
Dinners with friends,
Long coffee dates.
Instead, long days at home,
Phone calls to keep up with friends,
Long Zoom meetings for business and pleasure.
Nighttimes of anxiety insomnia.
And no excuses for not working on The Project.
A poet friend said it’s like having
A long-term residency.
And every day, as I survey
The long hours ahead,
I know that some of them
Can be devoted to writing
As well as simply reading for pleasure.
Novels, history, poetry.
Some day, maybe soon, I’ll finish this beast
I’ve worked on off and on for years.
I’ve made progress in just a month.
Fine-tuned the contents.
Written new essays.
Gathered up my work
Published in other places
Around the cavernous internet. .
Together: Will they create
A coherent, meaningful package
That might inspire another writer,
Or interest another reader?
What’s the life of a writer, anyway?
It demands moments, no, hours, of solitude.
It’s not writing in restaurants or noisy cafes.
It’s just words, words, words, as If in a dream.
This time of enforced solitude is a writer’s dream
Within a nightmare.
This is such a wonderful poem! I love the ending.
Thank you, Melinda. That means a lot to me!
Beautiful! I feel like I know you more. So enjoyed this!
Thanks so much, Beth. Love your comment.
Great sharing of what others are also feeling and thinking, along with a reminder to not waste this time.
I do not call it a nightmare, I call it Ground Hog Day. Stuck in this endless circle with no way out. Hope for both of us it will end soon. Great post, thanks.
Corona will go eventually, your wonderful poem will stay.