Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: I am an attorney in private practice in New York City. My wife and I have raised two daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. I formerly blogged at Patheos and now write reflections and poetry at The Catholic Conspiracy. One of my poems was published in Bards Annual 2019 and another recently selected for publication in an another anthology to be published in several months: Nassau County Voices in Verse.
It’s not always possible to see several steps ahead We are often blinded long before we are given sight And while memories formed tomorrow push us back to yesterday, the guardrails built through human touch never free us from today
I can no longer hear you through this splendid isolation Whether that’s purposeful on my part or consensual on yours makes no real difference It’s not as if we had so much in common that we could get to know each other just by turning inward, like those others you sometimes matched us up against Today’s stark contrasts feel sharper than any kitchen knife and cut so much deeper But rather than despair we choose forgetfulness Leaving us only to wonder once again what this silence is all about
There Is No Time Left For Living
The days are softening, but the nights remain incomplete Blurred lines, mixed up memories, long abandoned detours lie ahead If yesterday never happened, tomorrow becomes just so much collateral damage And once every breath needs to last a lifetime, there is no time left for living Sometimes mutiny best serves the unnerved heart
©2020 Thomas Zampino
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