I havenít gone out much these days

But as the body is locked down, the mind
Wanders through the spring streets,
Where every crack mere glanced now forms a map
To follow with my eyes closed.

Out my window, the trees seem so green.
Greener still I think are those
A few streets away by the old college.
My mind winds and follows their leaves,
Dancing with the wind, down to the river-
I can even imagine their whistling waves
That seem to strive to slap the sky, and soon
My mind too follows that azure width.

But thereís a point where it gets boring.
Sightseeing loses its luster and my mind
Turns inward, flitting through memories
Of all the streets, spring and all, Iíve walked;
All the trees, green or not, Iíve watched,
And soon enough boredom drags it to where
Iíd rather it not go, and I stop.
Sometimes I cannot.

I havenít gone out much these days.

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2021-05-04 at 03:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope that this poem is hyperbole, Sameen. I can't imagine being so isolated. Then again, I have relatives who are so terrified of the virus that they seem never to go out.

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Love how the speaker looks out and then looks in, only to be disappointed both times. All of us who have been stuck at home can relate to this poem very much! Bravo!