Camp NaNoWriMo Day 25: People Are Surprising Themselves – a Poem in Lockdown

So grateful for all the healthcare workers, other essential workers, and the people at home who are making a difference…

People are Surprising Themselves

a COVID-19 poem by Lauren Hallstrom

 

Everywhere around the world,

people are surprising themselves.

They are getting out of bed every day

and stretching their legs

and brewing their own cup of coffee.

 

This is how it goes,

sometimes,

we have to learn how to make ourselves useful.

We have to read the news

and rehearse in our heads

what we would do if we were out there.

Scour the internet and try to figure out

what we can do from here.

 

Still, we are surprising ourselves

with our compassion

and painted rocks and

signs in our windows.

We are congregating behind screens

to listen to a song

someone made yesterday

that makes us remember what beauty is,

that there is more than one way to heal.

 

Some people are taking a deep breath

and stepping out of their doors

and covering their faces and

learning what brave looks like.

 

Others are not believing

and not thinking,

and then here are the rest of us,

doing the little things

over and over and over.

Camp NaNoWriMo Day 24: My book titles are creating more poetry

My books have taken over my blog once again and they have something to say!

I love this little message their titles create – it seems hopeful to me. What images does it conjure for you?

 

in a split second

the light between worlds

unraveled,

a tangle of gold

crossed

shadows.

all these lives

united

beheld

everything, everything.

 

Book poem In a split second

 

Camp NaNoWriMo Day 23: “We All Want Someone to Blame” – a poem

 

One week left of StayHomeRhymeMo! This is such a great habit-maker. We’ll see if I can get to the end of the month without running out of ideas!

We all want someone to blame.

a poem by Lauren Hallstrom

 

We all want to turn away from the broken window

and look over our shoulders

and find someone standing there to point at.

People are saying

“China-the U.S.-antivaxers-the presidential election-meat eaters-

scientists-millennials-the world,”

and maybe someone

somewhere is right,

but all I can think of

is the time when I was seven

and we found a little bird

among the scattered pine needles

and trampled dirt,

all trembling and matted.

And I learned too late

that you don’t give milk

to wild things

like that.

Because maybe the mother would have come back

or maybe it was its own fault for falling,

but not mine, never mine

for taking part.

You all are still gathered

in a circle and arguing

over your news networks

and social platforms,

observing and considering,

and all I can see

are the baby birds

huddled on the ground,

tilting their open mouths to the sky

and waiting for something to happen.