The Coming

The Coming

A Poem by Gee

Silently it reaps

O'er bowed down yellow daffodils
through chiming blue bell seas,
'cross fields of gamboling new life
blows a chill, uneasy breeze.
That whispers of a coming
that has ne'er been seen before,
and will leave the streets deserted
as folk cower behind closed door.
For this coming will be misery,
will be heartache, sudden deaths
as it preys upon the elderly
reaping wantonly last breaths...

© 2020 Gee

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I love the way your poem starts with the typical springtime sights that people are expecting, but then this springtime turns in a different direction. You've described the situation as most people are experiencing it, with strong rhyme & rhythm. I never dreamed this situation would become so impactful for so many! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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I've had delivery drivers leave a whiff of their cologne on the outside of my boxes, but now I must .. read more

1 Year Ago

Is that a metaphor for cunning linctus :))

1 Year Ago

had to google "linctus" . . . a syrupy medicinal formulation . . . heh! heh! heh!

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21 Reviews
Added on March 20, 2020
Last Updated on March 28, 2020
Tags: Death, illness, heartache



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