Putting ass to grass is becoming a thing of the past. This simply cannot last.
What a scene! Outdoors under quarantine, the park police siren screams.
No lounging allowed, you're forming a crowd. A no go, it's been said aloud.
Excuse you, runners and joggers alike. Shorts tracksuits and tights, too right.
Women bounce into sight. Men, more clothes please, giving me a fright.
No Mr ice cream man, just essential van, but he's essential man. That's not the plan.
That cool breeze flies between the trees, which carries the disease. I see.
No, no I mean virus, but they trust us to stay home cos it's contagious.
But contagion can't contain us because we remain rebellious, to live, free.
Free as the birds and the bees flourishing, flowers bloom with Spring. It's a thing.
We miss unquestionable happenings, to be sensible, renewed life; keep imagining.
Sun shine beaming, vitamin D dealing and all sorts of healing just beyond my ceiling.
I was ready to get busy, the world's in a tizzy and I'm only privy to sofa and bed.
A time like no other, not what it said on the cover, 2020 you filthy lying mother...
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Caribbean, English
PoetryPoetically penned some of my thoughts, observations and daily musings of 2020 - What a year we have had. Looking at society, childhood, love and all the in-between. Some of my observations have a comedic spin and some thoughts are written in a compl...
