I:

I searched an hour for my pjs
so that I could go to bed .
Quarantine has blurred my days
and wreaked havoc with my head.
A quick glance in the mirror,
I see my sanity foregone.
The pajama search abruptly ended.
I already have them on.

II:

My office space keeps moving
as I go from call to call.
Piano practice sends me upstairs
behind our bedroom wall.
Then in comes mom with Ana
to put her down for nap.
So I descend the stairs again.
End this quarantine ASAP!

III:

I’m rowing down the Schuylkill
in a race against a crew.
The art museum is up ahead
and the Rocky statue too.
Now I run across a mountainscape
and through an Alpine town.
Such fantasies! They fill my head.
I hate exercise in lockdown.

IV:

Go out to eat and see a show
the Governor just said.
It’s back to normal and back to school
so get out of your bed.
Stay in your house or six feet apart
is no longer the rule.
I dream of this most every day.
Oh! Today is April Fool.

V:

Office life is underrated
with meetings face to face.
You can criticize a job done poor
and put them in their place.
But in quarantine while on the phone
you dare not scream and yell.
The boss, she’ll hear you acting up.
She’ll come and ring your bell.

VI:

“Thank God it’s Friday,”
has lost all of the appeal.
For tomorrow will be like today
without a different feel.
I wonder did we lose,
the weekend or the week?
Is boredom about to go away?
Or is it even close to peak?

VII:

Log scale graphs are useful
for showing change in rate.
In visualizing the second derivative
they really work out great.
But if you want real people
to understand your math.
Please use less than/greater.
When you project contagion path.

Scroll is back, or what I saw was kind of a hack,
I was sitting ready to pack.
Feeling kind of way, but I just wanted to check
Hoping everything was on track,
I keep my reaches on the stack,
wish everyone wonder and contentment.
I hope it revives back the old sentiment.

Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide the nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your  thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life

Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal  
inside this magic hour you will find,  the breath of life

Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings,  allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..

Sick of defending my worth
while you're constantly complaining,
putting on a show.
Our castle is made of toothpicks, look closer
And I'm done rebuilding after each one of your blows.
We know we're not changing
so spare me the side hugs - let's cut our losses.
I'll lie here scattered amongst the others who fell short, content
as you revel in your face-value ties, buying friendships
emerald for emerald, eye for eye
seeing who you can impress next
til daddy's bank runs dry

calm seas, restless lungs

breathe it in
the mournful breath is out there

skin is numb

the words are too

holding still
hidden under the tongue

holding
hidden

one more dies before he gets there
(what did the letter say...?)

holding
hidden

what did it say...?

She was lovely and lonely
Her copper-red belly stood out on a gray rainy day with patches of blue
She seemed to be listening to other birds' chirps and squirrel noises
She hopped on just taking everything in
Lovely company
Hello Robin

C@rainbowchaser2024

for the day that i go
beyond the grave
please know
these words that i say:
i'm happy here
it's what i've always craved.
spaces to fill unseen
without meeting any stares.
no longer losing hope
or places to be
ending endless penance
for straying from god's will.

the fault lives with none
except with me,
who did nothing of use
but hurt everyone i see.
- - -
so when i leave you
within my wake
my departed soul
wants this for you to take:
this was my song
sung by swans
singing the words
of my deepest love
before i return again
but as a mourning dove.
remember now
my unbeating heart
rests finally full
in a world revealed
only to those who look.
- - -
go in grace
and live life freely
when you call my name
find me perched upon
the nearest tree
watching over lovingly
and being proud of you daily
from the moment you rise
and smell the air
to the close of dusk
as you go up the stairs

wherever you meet me
just as you are
i'll be happy to share
with you the moment
and show you i care.
- - -
yes i've left
before i'm old
but the bell waits for no one
and continues to toll

so i bid you adieu
and have given you the words
to know and to remember
you can find me among the birds.