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Logan Robertson Jun 2020
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
Update-Today marks the sixth day of being in the dark. The lump in my throat has gotten bigger. I
feel choked and can't swallow the wheels falling off
of this site. Some poem submissions appear to be normal, some not. I just tried reposting Elliot's and Darrel Langstrom's last poems which are very foretelling of where we are today and I hit a snag. My hands, now, are up in the air and I don't like that feeling.
Logan Robertson May 2020
Sally read of Trump sliding on his ****
Seventy days lapse of the virus bump
He pet the bull by the horn
While the virus spread was born
Sally's numbed being ****** off by a stump

Logan Robertson

5/22/2020
Sally can only look at Trump's logic and leadership regarding the onset, which leaves her asking where are the tall oak trees.

10/10/7/7/10
Logan Robertson May 2020
Sally still has her rainbow eyes for life
As a prism be, a prisoner in strife
She copes with the downfall
Life throwing a curveball
Still, she gets a base hit for some wildlife

Logan Robertson

5/11/2010
10/10/8/8/10

Sally's been battling the voids in her life. Five weeks, now, cooped up at home, watching one movie after another, playing scrabble, cleaning house, and dreaming does get old. When there's a knock at her door it brings her to a smile.
  Apr 2020 Logan Robertson
thesa
i never felt so much
healing

until today
i took a walk in the forest
and came out
taller than the trees
Logan Robertson Apr 2020
Sally yearns for a stimulus check
In part to bring sails to her shipwreck
She could use a timely breeze
To soothe her from the deep freeze
Money's ace but her men mend her deck


Logan Robertson

4/1/2020
9/9/7/7/9

Poor Sally. On most nights she be seeing new faces, going to new places and parting her social graces. Now she's a head case. Being, ahem, laid off (and restricted from going out) has taken a toll on her.
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