A better tomorrow.
All distance is somehow near, and
(the (ever-closing) walls)
start talking to me.
Outside, Spring buds with life. But,
Through dust, History whispers to us,
telling us the stories of forgotten days.
For we must walk in retrograde,
and stencil in the lessons of the past,
to navigate this heavy sea.
Night falls and, like a shield, darkness
pushes out what exists before it. And in this,
I talk to the stars, praying they share their secrets.
Later that night, on the edge of dreaming,
I felt the sense of something changing.
It was the promise of a better tomorrow,
perfectly rested against the shoulder of a loved one.
The context.
I wrote this poem during the first Lockdown in March 2020. I wrote my experience of the situation, how each day is felt the same as the last and how being inside every day made us all go a little crazy.
The poem ends with a positive outlook, with the hope for a better tomorrow.
My collage pages.
I decided to bring my poem to life with some drawings, paint, glitter, tape and wild flowers. I find that texture and colour adds another dimension to the poem.
