Our Isolation

Written for: Poetic Asides PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 9

"For today’s prompt, take the phrase "Our (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: "Our House," "Our Little Secret," "Our Shared Responsibilities," and/or even "Our Next Last Chance."

As do many other people, we feel and fear our
isolation from humanity.  As much as I enjoy
walking, not many people are out.  Those
who are wear masks (for the most part).
Expressions are lost, except for an eye roll.
I smile automatically, but no one can see it.

Our isolation keeps love and hugs for family
and friends at bay.  The intense feelings
we hold are turning toward anger and frustration.

     eagle is cared for
     broken wings mended in Spring
     yet misses his home


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 Our Isolation

  1. It’s such an exceptionally sad time


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