Apr. 3rd, 2020
Isolation can bring out the creative and such creativity is now coming from one of my old friends in Billingshurst. These two poems from her I find resonating and wrought -
Two Poems
#1
As the day progresses, the essence of time no longer matters.
My thoughts have taken me further afield, where no living soul has ever been.
My heart aches for our dead who took their last breath alone, for dying must be a scary thought.
Yes, death is inevitable but it should never be this sad, cruel and lonely.
#2
The day started looking grey but none of it will make me wary.
Here again on my own, collecting thoughts along the way.
The path is deserted, which makes me feel amused.
For any sight of a single soul will send shivers down my spine.
by
Racquel Geralde Villanueva
Two Poems
#1
As the day progresses, the essence of time no longer matters.
My thoughts have taken me further afield, where no living soul has ever been.
My heart aches for our dead who took their last breath alone, for dying must be a scary thought.
Yes, death is inevitable but it should never be this sad, cruel and lonely.
#2
The day started looking grey but none of it will make me wary.
Here again on my own, collecting thoughts along the way.
The path is deserted, which makes me feel amused.
For any sight of a single soul will send shivers down my spine.
by
Racquel Geralde Villanueva