Not Today

All my poems have wandered away,
most likely spaced at least six feet apart.

They have hunkered down in their homes.
Right now they’re most likely adjusting masks

or wiping down surfaces thoroughly once more
in days which drift on in as nameless spans of time.

I can nudge them, but I already know responses.
They, ones usually overflowing with phraseology,

have nothing, nothing to say. Not today. Not today.

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3 comments

  1. Hi Jan

    Love the comparisons and the personification in this piece! Poems are temperamental and you have so cleverly demonstrated this. A charming and relatable poem which I truly enjoyed and can absolutely relate to as a writer.

    Thank you!
    Wendy

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