#blanketed

My brain: Men. Lots of warm, heavy men holding me tight

Instructor: like support...creativity...love

* never before has my staring at a blank page

accompanied such a matching actual void; espying my own city streets  & cherished cafes en silencio

as we ciphered citizens suffer in iso, belying the cool winds' bellowed breeze

devoid of coughs, or a sneeze, wheezing & extreme discomfort;

destabilized denizens distanced - without regard to status or situational alliances.

some say poetry gone meta metastasizes from meter, 

tenders the reality render prosaic, impotent - a mere mannequin unadorned;

the essential elements of any ecosystem  are controlling eyes surveying a balance & conditions conducive,

an ear to ground level havens for hearts afire - flourishing,

warming the world within  where we craft quilts of presence & purposeful prompts to persevere though any blight we may behold; bearing life & light in any tread through what appears to be a thankless task: blanketing the stark, the dank with ebullience;

joining a joie de vivre to existence  & any encountered void. *

if not - we'll just blink, balk, leave our tepid ball barren, buffeted

& any destiny banked upon - evaded, elusive...

Swinging through my fits

To the humming of something somewhere

Low lit ambience fills me with courage again

Writing what I feel as Im told I shouldnt

Or rather by someone else who wouldnt

These things dont fade away like twilight

Emotion tends to linger

Similar to the warmth of a blanket

That blanket can be taken off

But doesnt disappear because it’s off the bed