How We Live

Written for:  Poetic Asides April 2020 PAD Challenge – Day 18
Write a message poem.

This is not a time to think only of “I”.
Pandemic status pleads that you don’t
forget others–the homeless, those whose bellies feel
empty–standing on food lines that
wrap around blocks. Have I
more right to comfort than they? Am
I selfish, going about life slowly
without thinking enough of those dying
in nursing homes and hospitals, but
for want of adequate equipment? I
try to be a caring person, and am
hurting for all.

A golden shovel poem, where all end words are based
on a line from another poet’s poem in order. In this case
I used “Mortal Aria” from Sharon Olds’ book, Arias.

“I don’t feel that I am slowly dying, but I am.”

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to How We Live

  1. ivor20 says:

    Are we sleeping with the enemy
    Maybe there’s smug bug in our rugs


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