Saturday, April 18, 2020

The True Beat of the Heart of the City

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 104
hosted this week by the absolutely amazing Shay!
Also linking with Poets & Storytellers for Writer's Pantry # 16
hosted by the lovely Sanaa.

Come join us!!


What is the city but the people?  ~William Shakespeare


Our Grandfathers and their city of lights now sleep
For his children are now behind closed doors
But there are sons and there are daughters
That are out there doing so much more
They are knelt out in the thick of it
Healing sickness and easing a great loss
Doing what they can out there for others
No matter how great the cost
They are the true heroes of the cities
Out on the beat reaching out a mighty hand
Bravely facing danger and disease
To truly help out their fellow man.

Dedicated to the men and women out in the cities,
All the doctors, nurses, the police, grocery store and pharmacy workers, mail carriers, amazon employees, restaurants workers providing curbside service, and all the true heroes that are out there helping everyone in communities all over the world.
Thank you!!!!!!

Added note on the image of Jack Kerouac: 
  He was considered a literary iconoclast and a pioneer of the “Beat Generation”.   I find Jack’s life to be quite fascinating, but was moved most by the loss of his brother Gerard who died at the mere age of nine to rheumatic fever.  They say it had a deep impact on Jack’s life, who would later say that Gerard followed him in life as his own guardian angel.




Friday, April 17, 2020

A Ship Half Empty

Linking with Flash Fiction 55 over at Verse Escape 
where we write a poem or what inspires us in exactly 55 words.
Thank you Joy for a wonderful prompt!
Come join us everyone!


I dream of far places
where gulls glide Atlantic Seas like ships
there I am alone among multitudes
yet the only voices I can hear
are ghosts of yesterday
old and ragged I whisper
 the tireless question
 why no matter where I venture
I remain a child hoping for my mother to hear my cry.