Post Pandemic
In my almost dream
I was a green plant
still nestling underground
in safe darkness
not quite ready to emerge
needing just a little more time
crouching quietly, cocooning,
conserving forces to bud forth
ready to greet the broad vast sky.
11 thoughts on "Post Pandemic"
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A feeling many of us feel right now, finely caught in words.
Glad to know it resonates
Enjoyed this, Pat! I love the hard “c’s” toward the end. It signifies that coming back to “normal” is not an easy task. Great images!
Thanks, the c sounds unconscious, intuitive
Pat,
The “in my almost dream” compelling first line and as such makes the poem quite universal to any reader. I especially like the assonance in the 7th and 8th lines–and love almost afraid to come out of the “cocoon.” You just might have become a butterfly!
Beverley Byers-Pevitts
Ha!
You have captured the moment so beautifully. I, too, need more time!
Thanks!
In my almost dream. Ah, that first line. Brilliant.
Thanks, that’s just how it came out
Yes I was almost liking it for awhile! But bud and bloom we must! Liked this much