Words are not flowing
Words are not flowing,
These isolation days.
My muse is hiding
From the unseen enemy.
Today I thought she had returned
While I was making coffee
And pondering
The every-day-ness of it all,
But now I’m lost again.
It’s hard to lose
The hug, the kiss, of those we miss
But to lose my words,
It’s lonely.
I know there’ll be a time
When I will kiss and hug again.
I hope the words come back.
For many, this is a rich time for words:
Deep feelings of love, loss, and anger
And that wicked humour
That brings new creative lyrics to old songs
To lift the spirit and to find a laugh amongst the woe.
They write about the memories of the places they have been
And of the hope for places they might go
When we are free
For me, this is a quiet time
Without my muse
When this is over
I’ll come back to this
I hope she comes with me.
Amanda Samm April 2020
#coronavirus