It used to be a rare thing
to be lost for words
but here I am grasping
for synonyms that have slipped
I used to write every day
the air does not move around me.
It’s windy outside,
the sun has turned its back on us,
and the trees
are having a windy illegal rave,
like the socially starved millennials
who think the pandemic is a hoax –
more fool them!
Who will they blame when they are silently squeezed of their last words?
Kim M. Russell, 30th June 2020
My response to earthweal weekly challenge: A Sufficient Poetry
Brendan says that in an age of blossoming danger, bewilderment and uneven realities, novel news comes at us fast, and he wonders how one writes encompassing poems of such things. He compares nurses’ lack of resources with those of poets and the way poetry is grappling with the pandemic.
For this week’s challenge, Brendan would like us to write about the challenges we face as poets trying to write sufficiently to the moment. What is most difficult to capture about the time? What new tools or calibrations might be required?