Picture Credit: Lee Zimmerman
I saw this picture of two lovers with face mask and it made me wonder if there’s any possibility of exacting love in times filled with watch words such as distance, face mask etc.
So far so good, the pandemic has succeeded in distancing many from their loved ones. Health agencies as well as the government of the world say we should avoid crowds, wash our hands, and use face masks.
They ask us to do this so we can protect ourselves and others. So I ask, in a time like this, where is the place of love? Can it survive the piercing tentacles of Covid-19?
Let’s talk about it.
– See picture
– Compose a poem inspired by picture with words in title
– Share with us
#Facts & Figures
The fact of
the matter is
I like your #figure
Your broader appeal
deep down to the wire
I feel your fire
Facts & figures
your #comedy view
#Mask so tight I turn blue
Been figuring with you
What joy we taste
Configure two
Data into
You
#poetrylovers
Our poetry finds us
beautiful eyes holding hands
across vast pandemic sighs
such is our dear delight.
Sharing passionate dances
our words love to waltz
enrapturing happy
as we fall into delight.
Will you share your song
no matter where our
pillows dwell
nightfall’s frolic invites.
This is extremely beautiful. 👏👏👏
Keeping at text reach.
I know my angles better
Snapping shots for you.
Seeing your sly looks
On the screen in my palm
Flushes warm my cheeks.
And I miss the graze
Of your fingers
And the warmth of your breath
On my neck.
States between us.
I wait for the next text.
The words you repeated in the poem nearly passed me by. Beautiful poem. Even though love is distant we will still keep at it👏
Gorgeous write; the longing emotions drip like tears onto our own.
Broken in discontent
pandemic spent
oh yea gentle love
seeks comfort where
promises are kind
in memories combined
say no more
but a few words
what lingers
are whispers
denied kisses
masked with wishes
special notes
of bedewed lips
a caress her
heart speaks.
Read it thrice. Lovely 👏
A poetic sigh full of promises of tomorrow’s hearts.
How doth love commence amongst pandemics & sickness?
one needs connection to truly touch
not necessarily physical, but a touch of heart to reach another’s soul
to look within and heal woes…
to get to know another, takes communication, effort, & building trust a must
before lust
Hmmmm…it makes a whole lot of sense. The poem covers, from the poet’s perspective, how one should exact love during pandemic.
First question is sublime. I love your poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.
A poem rising with the dawn of a new world; a shared yearning for what we love.
We produce the
feel in words spoken
though filtered
in silky materials
so we don’t
covid lives dear.
The night misses
our dry jokes-
I know it wants to
laugh at our
jokeless jokes.
We have to pend
cuddles and inundate
love with distance
until it takes no stance.
Really lovely abuh😍
Thanks Mich. If you take a closer look at the poem, you’ll notice that I used your style and that of Robert.😁
Our poetry finds us all holding hands across vast spaces. Such is our delight as we share our passionate dance. A waltz, a tango, or a samba; each finds us signatory to each others’ delight. We love when we play; the night beckons…
3 lockdown
Feel like I’m knocked down
Haven’t left house since march
Feel like a prisoner
The garden, the car-park my exercise yard
Trapped indoors
POEM BY KARL WOMACK