Alone

Alone

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"

Some words. Be safe, call a friend and create. A quiet world today.

"
                                 Alone

Once my home filled with voices and noise.
Now the house is quiet.
The streets are empty,
the grandchildren are locked in their room with their mama.

The parks are closed,
few cars are moving.
The world became lonely.

I called family and friends missed.
We both needed some conversations.
I sit alone.

Old world is gone.
Our leaders don't talk of war and separation.
One common enemy taught the countries of our world.
We are one people and one earth.

I need the laughter of my grandchildren,
I need to know the loudness of voices in my home.

Maybe when we overcome the hard days,
maybe we can be kinder to each other.

I reached for my phone,
called people,
I haven't talk to in years.
I tell old friends, we must find time to gather.
Please call me, if you need a voice.

I checked on my neighbors who are older,
see if they need anything.
I sit alone.

Praying,
this terrible virus,
can be defeated and my world can hear the sounds of laughter
and running feet.

                         Coyote

© 2020 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
I dislike the quiet of my world today.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

It is quite surreal. One week ago there were people on the streets, now the streets are empty.
There is a togetherness out there though, people are coming together in all sorts of different ways.
This is definitely a wake up call, and maybe a ''why'' it spread so quickly around the world.


Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are right Paul. A wake-up call for everyone. Could be a hard Spring and a harder Summer.



Reviews

So sad that it takes such an awful event to focus the mind on what really matters; friends, family, the basic staples that we need to support life. So many of us are alone in the present, isolated, but we are still a collective, with conscious and unconscious minds that seem to know each other in such mysterious ways.

A thousand miles away from home and across a crowded airport terminal, you catch a glance from a total stranger, and somehow, that glance, speaks more than every word that has been uttered since time began. I cannot begin to understand this phenomenon, save to say that a higher hand is at work, and that with his blessing, we will overcome and heed the wake up call.

God bless. Beccy.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I agree dear Beccy. People look at each other with different eyes. Here in my Detroit, almost 4,000 .. read more
i do think the sounds of laughter and running feet will come back, Coyote..
we just have to be strong in this war...and keep the faith.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

We will hear the running feet again. The children will learn from our mistakes and do better. Thank .. read more
It is quite surreal. One week ago there were people on the streets, now the streets are empty.
There is a togetherness out there though, people are coming together in all sorts of different ways.
This is definitely a wake up call, and maybe a ''why'' it spread so quickly around the world.


Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are right Paul. A wake-up call for everyone. Could be a hard Spring and a harder Summer.

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

53 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on March 27, 2020
Last Updated on March 27, 2020

Author

Coyote Poetry
Coyote Poetry

MI



About
A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remembe.. more..

Writing