How to Find Peace in a Pandemic

 

How are we all going to find peace in this pandemic?

That is a huge question.

 

Today the Premier  of Victoria said there is a long way to go.

We need a vaccine.

We need to deal with finding peace of mind to make it through the day.

 

What does the world need to find peace from this common foe?

 

Unity of effort to find the vaccine?

 

But beyond that discovery will be administration to share it

beyond that administration to share it will be

share it justly to all nations and

all walks of life.

 

People are panicking.

They want to say the covid19 is not real,

exagerrated, a conspiracy.

 

Should they take a trip to India

to Italy, to America

and walk another nations nightmare

for a dare.

 

They want to imagine we will build immunity

that after many deaths it will begin to roll away

and they think that we can shut all the borders and all will

be well … but this virus is tricky .. monstrous… persistent.

 

And in all the nations where the the death toll rises

and rises

those with a low death toll think they will escape

if they shut it all out.

 

They want to rescue their own economies.

They want to avoid their own recessions.

And nobody wants to live a life as if it is in a prison.

 

And strange things are happening, like mask fashion

like connecting people all over the world

to listen to fairytales

 

And still we wonder if we are not scientists

and medical researchers, what will role will we play

to keep the world going until the vaccine is found?

 

What will it take?

How will we not break into

hysteria and vain imaginations

that the world can be disconnected to win this fight?

 

And we must win it!

We must strive.

We cannot see this

become humanity’s demise.

 

Until then –

 

I visit photographs to take me

all the places   where

I can  find    peace.

 

June XXX

 

Poetry in the Every Day

 

Tread lightly

walk in softness

 

Photographs whilst walking

become source of reflection

inspiration and care on

days when I can’t walk.

 

Thread lightly

memories only a few days old

 

This feather nestled in

the surrounds of the park

a moment of grace

saying ‘stop and be with me’

 

Today my heels are in a  sorry state,

covered in antiseptic cream

band aids and slippers

and  still I can hardly tread

on ground.

 

So this what the little mermaid

meant when she said

‘I walk in pain.’

 

I must be content with scrolling

through the beauty  of my last walk in

nature

just down the street.

 

Move lightly

swim in softness

 

So near and yet so far.

This soft feather a solace.

 

Move lightly

become softness.

 

And mystery is a feather

discovering its poetry.

 

(c) June Perkins

 

 

How can we look beyond?

I am now journalling experiences of the pandemic. I had been resisting doing this too much, but writing has such a power to help work through difficulties it cannot be ignored.

Pearlz Dreaming

Monster, monster how you creep…

What can we do to remain strong in the pandemic and other world disasters right now?

How can we look more deeply to the future and the way out of this current challenge to humanity?

How can we look beyond now with optimism?

As a writer and storyteller I don’t want to tell others how to feel, or what to do, but nor do I want to avoid the monstrous experiences all around us.

I don’t want to be absorbed with myself!

Monster, monster, sent to make me wake ?

I want to find stories that challenge me and others to think, question, examine and make decisions that will empower us all.

There have been so many monsters lurking before this time, that perhaps we did not listen to their mumbling, or take note of their creeping and failed to see them growing and growing.

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Daily reflection 1

People gather for doughnut discount
treats
the ordinary becomes extraordinary
Why lines too long and crowded for safety?

A mother places her child in a boat
before she disappears in the river
a mystery
Perhaps she saves him before herself?

Selfish and selfless
side by side.
Where is the owl to sort them?

The world swirls
pandemics and poverty side by side
warning song of the owl
calling for dialogue.
Questions gather like feathers.

Where is the owl?
Can humanity gather the souls to
Give them wings?

14/07/2020

Responsive reflections, written in response to daily events.

Young Poets Gathering

A poem for a poets gathering . . .

Students enrolled in this online class this year were from or resident in the following countries Equador,  El Salvador, Argentina, Parugay, Argentina, Colombia, USA, Canada, Spain, UK, Bahrian, Tanzania, Kenya, Zambia, Cambodia, Beijing and Israel.

 

Pearlz Dreaming

Wonderful to work with this team (with one absent) to mentor young poets from Cambodia, United States of America, Argentina, Parugay, Argentina, UK, Bahrian, El Salvador, Israel, Beijing, Australia and the UK.

My heart soars with the hopeful message, diversity, questioning, open hearts of these young poets.

Young Writers Online

Poets’ Arising

For Young Writers

2pm in my afternoon

evening and day in theirs

young poets gathering

screen by screen

microphone by microphone

heart by heart.

They share their

thoughts and dreams

with facilitators who listen

beat by beat

metaphor by metaphor

rhyme by rhyme.

Witness words

discourse words

meditating syllables

voice by voice

asking, nurturing, empowering.

Also making us laugh

feel the warmth of a summers day

walk in gardens with hidden meanings

listen and see all the creatures of the ocean.

Each phrase unique

yet, emotions universal.

Each current experience reconnecting

world’s disconnection.

Symphonic souls

note by note

image…

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Chalking Cheerful

I am chalking cheerful
even though I’m not an artist
from my drive way to your drive way
from my pathway to your pathway
wherever you are

HOPE.

I am chalking unicorns and dragons
teddy bears
and love hearts.

I am thinking of the grandparents
missing their grandchildren
the people stuck in their homes
the people without homes
the playgrounds without children
the children who never had playgrounds.

And flying towards us is a dragon
in his talons a vaccine
And the teddy bears send a hug to the doctors and nurses
and the teachers and all those looking after us

Unicef says to draw the real life heroes of today
they are all around us.

I am chalking cheerful
Will you join me?

June Perkins