Dance Me Wilderness
Tag: pandemic poetry
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.
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.
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.
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
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