The storage crate for responses to The Ultimate Poetry Challenge: 52 forms in 52 weeks. |
| Hospital sign declares "NO VISITORS ALLOWED," when I am admitted beneath pandemic cloud. No one in empty room but me, myself, and I with thoughts of locust tree blooming under blue sky. In place of family, "beep...beep...beep" throbs machine, depleting will to live while trapped in quarantine. Without social contact, my spirit starts to slip, and Charon's little boat stops by for final trip. Mortician's van arrives to cart my corpse away, as human dignity is buried here today. Notes ▶︎ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |