Ding Ding Ding! With entry into Lockdown 5, I’ve racked up 50 Pandemic Poems. It’s not a prize I’m happy about winning.
This poem has been bubbling in my brain and dancing across my notebook for a month or so. I wanted to capture the feeling of being a “gambler” when in a manipulative/abusive relationship, which has some traumatic parallels to the way we’re forced to live now during this pandemic. I’ll probably keep working on it.
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Lockdown number 4 for Victoria and I’m breathing new life into my Pandemic Poetry series, out of necessity more than anything else. It was always a series that was born out of catharsis and this lockdown has hit me particularly hard. Thank goodness for poetry.
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I’d hoped that I might get to 50 pandemic poems in 2020. It feels like a nice place to stop. This second to last poem is one for the poets. As restrictions have eased and there are in-person events to get to. I’m finding the new language of the online poetry spaces is bleeding into the real world and it’s kind of awkward.
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It’s been a welcome relief not to wear a mask in the increasingly hot weather, however I can’t help but be governed by my brain. My brain, like all of ours, which has been responding to collective trauma for a while now, finds it hard to think long term. And the fear we had instilled upon us doesn’t simply dissipate with the announcement of easing of restrictions.
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I wanted to write a poem about how we don’t give enough credit to endings. About how we fret and mourn over things ending, when more often than not, things an ending is a wonderful and freeing thing.
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I’ve been wanting to write about “COVID Normal” for a while after losing count how many times the Premier said it in a press conference, and with the recent prompt of ‘balance’ from Writing Challenges With Fleassy, it all came together.
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My kids have always gotten up with the sun, me not so much. Without the imposition of a place of employment to get to, I admit our sleep schedules have been a bit all over the place lately. Tomorrow the kids 6am wake-ups will now be a more comfortable 7am as we turn our clocks one direction or another for Daylight Savings Time. Hopefully that will help.
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