Saturday, May 23, 2020

Shadormas For Our Times

Dear George,
I don’t intend to make this a coronavirus blog, but it’s all that’s on my mind these days.   Mostly I’ve been working on a series of shadormas about the pandemic.  A shadorma is allegedly a medieval Spanish poetic form that consists of 6 lines with 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables per line.  One shadorma can be a short poem, or you can string a series together as I’ve done here.  I say allegedly Spanish because “shadorma” is not a Spanish word, and no one has ever discovered a Spanish poem from the Middle Ages that was written in this form.  One skeptic speculates that shadormas were invented in recent years by a postal clerk who had too much time on his or her hands.  Anyway, they are enjoyable to work on.  Usually I prefer to write light, airy poems, but the dark side prevailed this time.  It is what it is.  I wonder if this is how others feel.   
Love,
Dave 

Shadormas For Our Times 

Nasty beast
This COVID-19
Satan’s spawn
Spread by wind  
Racing through the populace
Hunting you and me 

Wuhan first
And then Seattle
World on fire 
Lethal scourge 
A lucky few will escape
A roll of the dice   

Job losses
Businesses kaput
Store meltdowns
Bankruptcy
Recovery takes ten years 
Most will not survive 

Stick to rules
We’ll flatten the curve
Hospitals
In distress
Doctors, nurses lacking gear
Medical war zones 

The elders
Nursing home patrons
Prisoners
Hispanics
African-Americans
COVID’s after them 

Stay at home
The world is closed down  
Malls shuttered
No pro sports
Large gatherings illegal 
Cities are ghost towns
  
Keep apart
Six feet, maybe twelve
Handshakes out
No more hugs 
In this disconnected age
Friends cannot be friends

Don our masks 
Cover up the smiles 
Faces veiled
Muffled breath
Neighbors look like terrorists 
I avert my eyes 
    
Will we die? 
Maybe, we’ll know soon    
Eighty-two 
Weakened lungs 
A profile the virus craves
Hide in the bedroom 

At the store
Peril from all sides 
Crowded aisles 
Few wear masks  
Surfaces are festering
Illness resting there 

Flawed leaders
Failure at the top 
Denial
Nonstop lies
No regard for human life
Politics, that’s it 

Drink Chlorox 
Bleach will kill the germs 
Shrinks them up 
Roasts their skin 
Covid Nineteen turns to ash 
Sadly so will you

This lockdown
My spouse won’t have it
Rambunctious
Unrestrained 
Off she goes to Fresh Market
Picking out new germs  

Years to go 
For this pandemic 
Dastardly
Worse than SARS 
Worst of all for folks like us 
Will our lives come back?    



   

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