Cherry Vanilla

POETRY

Sunday Pandemic Poem

The air has never been so fresh

the sky so clear and blue

But when this plague is over

I wonder what we'll do

Have the spiritual awakening

that most are hoping for

Or go back to treating Mother Earth

like she's our fucking whore

Pandemic, Monday

Older and fatter, that's what I'll be
when the world once again
gets a good look at me
Stronger and braver and more rested
I guess
But Ill be wearing a mumu
instead of a dress

Pandemic Poem

Wearing masks is now the norm

Be it in sunshine or in storm

Accept we must this current style

But how are we to see a smile?

Like It Is

No children in the playground

No lovers in the park

No laughter from the corner bar

Not even after dark

This world so full of wonder

now sealed-off like a tomb

And just when springtime fills the air

with lilacs in full bloom

It's never been so quiet

It's never been so sad

And those who aren't dying

are slowly going mad

I had my solo dinner

I took my daily walk

It's nothing like it used to be

when we would sit and talk

I don't know where it's going

and no one really does

But all we long and pray for

is that it just be like it was

My 77th Christmas

And so this is Christmas

and I'm here alone

But it's by my own choosing

so no need to moan

It's a pandemic Christmas

and I don't wanna die

So let's celebrate this one

next 4th of July