Poetry Corner

Peace During the Pandemic

November 30, 2020 and, it’s freezing This morning as I drive my car Into town, a young woman wearing only A blue bikini jogs past me, where I wait for the light Next to a flaming red Ferrari parked at the curb.

I shop for essentials, walk six blocks, grab lunch, A nap, and I’m ready to water the yard Where wetness illuminates three Rat body parts, the head, the stomach, And the entrails left there by my neighbor’s Cat. Tomorrow I think I’ll stay home.

By Ann Privateer.

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Times when my body and soul feel together:

when dried leaves are crushed beneath my feet and birds chorus together during my solitary nature walks,

the moment of contact when I exchange an embrace with my loves that live states away,

The times where my fingers type faster than my thoughts,

when I can breathe easy

though my legs feel sore on a midday, windy run,

when I write recklessly for an audience of One,

amidst the early, dewtime morning hours,

though with miles and many minutes between us, I get to connect with you.

By Regan Smith. Regan is an author and poet living in Pataskala, Ohio. She is the author of Morning Air, Morning Light - a book of poetry which walks through Regan’s personal and vulnerable path from hurt to healing. She shares her poetry audibly throughout the states, globally through the written word, and digitally through her Instagram.

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Splendid morning Cracking survival Faces turn towards wind Twisted, gnarled, vital A beige faced kit Transformative With no place to go Oh, to be refurbished By yesterday And stop longing For tomorrow.

By Ann Privateer.