Thursday, June 25, 2020

A Room of My Own: Quiet, all alone

Eighty-Third Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

on the edge of this quarantined world, 120 square feet of attic space

yet again, I try
to wipe my drunken shadow
off the wall
but can't erase this shadow
of an infected mind

Note: The eighty-third entry is a sequel to the seventy-seventh entry:

for two more weeks
in the attic
we're all alone together:
me, my shadow and my echo

1 comment:

  1. The thirty-seventh entry could be read as a sequel to the eighty-third entry:

    for weeks in an attic
    of shadows ...
    I open the window
    to morning birdsong

    PoemHunter, April 25 2020