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PANDEMIC SONNET


It is not for wondering if not why
How the quiet and lasting solitude
In shelter we place so much on 2Ply
Wiped out from groceries in great magnitude

When needing to wipe mean something new
Who ever knew that this loss could happen
The race for restocking such a boohoo
Puts a whole different hit on this shut-in

You figured the 2ply, now it's 'bout food
Will they deliver, or grab carry-out?
Decisions are messy in what to do   
Pandemic crisis create so much doubt

Priorities messy, really quite segued
Stay in and humble for others need you too
 
copyright jeanne adwani 

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What are we slipping into


Days slip into each other
Like they are liquid, viscus
Even a little rubbery, stretchy
We presumed them to be different 
Because the calendar says that's so

Only.

Days keep slipping into each other
A strive to make them different 
make them defined from what was yesterdays
breakfast, a different route for that 
dog walk, shift feeding the animals first
making coffee the priority, showering in 
the afternoon instead of after morning chores
Connecting with friends in the middle of
the day, sitting around in wonder of this
time that has no time stamp.

Because

These days, they keep slipping into forgetting
Slipping away from the predictable 
Slipping away from the rituals, 
Slipping away from the define productivity 
of the familiar that now must flow into change

We

Are Slipping from the ways that demand that of us
Not because it's a slippery slope or that
we might slip on our asses and make us the fool
No, this slip and slide routine is the order of
these new days, a pandemic reprograming to release 
the old, the uselessness, the unimportant habits that

Must

Be slipped into like a tight woven chrysalis 
So that when we melt, dissolve from our old self
we morph into our new self resolved, renewed
We push, we crack, we hurt, we scream, we weep
and are re-birthed in a new paradigm of renewal
We slip into the arms of this unknown and 
become fully realized in the only Truth 

Love



 copyright. jeanne adwani

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The Breath of Us


day 4... napowrimo.net.  

A pantoum 

We are having the very breath of us taken from us
Then, the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater

Then the sky shows blue in the most polluted cities
It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
And the dolphins begin to breathe better underwater
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us

It's in the stop, the slow down, the no more busy
We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day 
The Earth is quick to show how it can be healed by us
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her

We begin to thrive in the quietude; the stillness of a day
Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the all around
It takes a global pandemic for us to begin to hear Her
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out

Settling in to what it feels like to listen more clearly to the All around
Mama Gaia says no more of this suffocation
She has never been a quiet voice, we have simply drowned her out
We are having the very breath of us taken from us.

~~~~~. copyright. jeanne adwani

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The Meaning of These Days


 

The Meaning of These Days.      NaPoWriMo.  Day 1

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There is meaning to these days

that drift by in the quiet sequester

of the unknown in each moments breath

Listening to the invitation from Spring rising

in her gay green garment, pushing through the impossible

 hard cold earth that splits her cracks open for the birth push

For a small sprout to give her face to the Sun, feel the rain’s nurture

sway in the wind’s welcome

 

There is meaning to these days

that have us held to quarantine, to ‘shelter’

on behalf for the great well being of All

Settling into the quiet, the silence, the

slow down from the better-stay-busy’s

illusion of true purpose when all around us

what was once normal, standard, ‘the way

of things’, holds us all to the unknown of

everything.

What were rituals and daily bread

Turn upside down

What were the purposeful doings of making a living

Shut down

What held us to a monetary system of illusive security

Closed down

What ways to fight a dis-ease that has no cure we

Hunker down

Become the quiet and the stillness

is Earth’s invitation

in a shifting pattern, 

a readjustment, 

a new calibration of life, 

desperate to renew us all, 

to rebirth a New Earth

To be still and contemplate  

To listen to the all around and within

Earth wisdom is the meaning of these days

We can make meaning of these days

 

~~~~.   copyright, jeanne adwani.

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