Today‘s prompt for my writers group

( Ballaghadereen writers group )

The blind date.

I feel the contours of your face

My fingers on your body trace

The tenor of your voice so sweet

Increase the murmur of heartbeat.

Selecting now the menu Braille

The vino checked just hit the nail

That drifting touch, wafting scent

Increased my amorous intent.

I walked in darkness most my life

Wondering if I’d find a wife

But sitting here in company

I embrace at once love’s symphony.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Freddy Fox foraged.

Freddy Fox foraged for fried fish and French fries at Friday’s fish and chip emporium where families formed formal lines for fine finger food. Pigeons pecked precariously at paltry pieces of pie placed perilously on public pavements, permanently poisoned by pumping pollutant people carriers.

Tonight though was different, the streets eerily quiet, shadows shimmering reflections from dimmed lamp standards. A freedom to roam without fear of flying objects flung from fidgety foolish fingers for fun. Henrietta hedgehog complained of crowds of children in cramped gardens in silence wired to flashing phones, towers of tossed toys tattered, scattered, ignored in place of iPads.

Freddy had become so familiar with Friday’s food that he had forgotten how to fend for himself and felt hungry. He left Rhydale depressed and disheveled and headed home.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Inhale the air said Richard

It’s clear and sparkling bright

Smell the grass the daisies

It’s such a pretty sight.

The humans are all quiet

There are very few around

Prance through rolling meadows

No litter to be found.

Hedgerows are alive with song

The noise of nature sounding

Rejoicing morning’s glory

Echoes now of hope resounding.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Will our lives really change

Will this virus rearrange

Will we leave our greed behind

Will we a love of nature find

Will we no more our forests burn

Will we important lessons learn

Will we recognise our faults

Will we open up those vaults

Will we feed the hungry, poor

Will we ditch our life grandeur

Will common sense now prevail

Will we live to tell the tale.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

A somber silence,

streets stripped,

Pedestrians pitter patter postponed,

Pigeons perched peering pointlessly

for discarded doughnuts,

Shops shuttered shackled,

Planes parked on redundant runways

Impatient passengers pointing pointlessly,

Speakers sounding

Safety sirens

Victims of viral vileness.

Friendly faces forgo fears

Common courtesy reappears,

Respect restored,

Polite people populate.

Lessons learned.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Silence serenity,sweetly split by serenading songbirds – melodic moments.

J.Poet7 ( @wordverse.me )

I saw you sneeze into the breeze

While walking up the road

Your hand outstretched to greet me

To spread your viral load.

How quickly have our customs changed

Through isolated cases

Where once we gathered merrily

In pubs and sheltered places.

Our hospitals are bulging

Though this is nothing new

Our government is all at sea

Have they got a clue.

But let us all remember

That we live a certain way

And history it has shown us

That tomorrow’s just another day.

J.POET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Step into a kindness world

Like sails into a wind unfurled

Surfing on a bivouac of life

Full of sadness, hardship, strife.

Leave only a footprint of joy

Pleasure in your heart employ

Reach out with a helping hand

Give of oneself without demand.

A simple word so softly spoken

May touch a heart hurting broken

So let us start this brand new day

Spreading joy upon the way.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )