My Poetry Enclave

The place of my therapy

My bed had a feel on the weight of my research. The pillows understand the uneasiness that l felt. The room could relate to why I stuck to it. Surfing the internet became a ritual.

— Covid brought the world to a halt.

New habits formed. Healthy eating! Hiking! These were insufficient

I miss Ooh! yes, I miss Touching! Hugging! Hand-shaking!

Let’s make peace, away with the war! — Georg Bydlinski

Uncertainty ringing! Then I became a Lark, singing! Writing! Poetry!

The twilight echoes my melodies. Neighbors enjoyed the harmonies. Nodding! Stamping! Clapping!

Community of passerine Found peace in their beast

Creating beautiful moments each again Again my room embraces the sunrise My dissertation gave me a tight hug Here I am, a ladybug

The halt did not stop me I stop it.

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