By the Fence

Every day I see her there
child by the chain link fence
imagining friends and school games
her mouth forming an O at the clouds
as if they were breath-formed
to shower the blighted with dreams
dragons incinerating fences
between a million small figures
as time passes like wind over grass,
blown green now brown,
while the limitless sky watches
unblinking.


dVerse Poetics #428, “Poetry as Witness”: Frank writes, “So tonight poets, let’s bear witness in our local neighbourhood.” I chose to write on the harm that is being done to our children during this time of enforced social isolation.

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Hey, Howsabout a Hug?

Blogging Insights:

Dr. Tanya asks: Do you think that comments add value to a blog post? If so, how?

My opinion on this given in a nutshell?

Take it from me in this silly doggerel:

It’s been six feet this and six feet that

Far too long and there’s no end in sight

But a blog’s been the same for a’ this & a’ that

No need to distance because of a blight;

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Just to let the blogger know he’s a good fellow. 😉

To make an apt answer is a joy to a man, and a word in season, how good it is!

Proverbs 15: 23