The Age of Postponement



It is a troublesome winter
cancelling all activity,
forbidding social intercourse
and closing in on everyone in isolation
not of any splendid sort but rather as some incarceration
of no good to anyone
in the obedience to the laws of superstition,
fear, surveillance and the terror of an alien virus.
Life is at a standstill, all the planet is closed down
while only nature is relieved, rejoicing in the invalidity of man
and breathing out in freedom for a change.
Some draw some weird conclusions from this strange condition,
that it could be an intentional revenge on man by nature
for his recklessness, abuse of nature and lack of economy
in ruthless waste of universal natural resources
putting life itself at risk and leading to the critical extinction
of too many species, of which nature cannot do without a single one.
As usual, the challenge of the difficulty is to keep surviving,
which can be managed at least individually
by keeping a low profile and abstaining from ambitions and pretensions.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-30 at 09:51

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written, Christian! Bravo!
2021-01-30


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Christian.
Ken D
2021-01-30