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Christine's Poetry Collection
My Poems

Quarantine Days

A new day gently chirping its arrival
feels old and familiar
same, repeating comfort
a moat of safety
growing vine of things to do
stories, tragedies, acts of kindness
love lost, sometimes found
acts of intolerance
cutting through the low grumble
lives lost, too late to be found
trains of thoughts, interrupted
snaking up my feet running circles
around the kitchen counter
wrapping tightly around tender shoots
of free weekends and solitary seconds
tendrils twisting, pulling
each unplanned moment out of my hands
weaving unrelated endeavors
into a vivid quilt of good intentions
tiny buds of hope quietly blossom
in the shady garden
of the pandemic earth
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A reflection on being home for a year because of the pandemic
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