Invisible Crowns

Separated by invisible crowns
Disinfectant my eau de parfum
Reading the news
With one finger on the trigger
Of my hand sanitizer
While my cat traverses galaxies
On the windowsill

From the vantage point of my armchair
I’m transported to a classroom on Venus
Where the sun is only visible
For one hour
Every seven years
Locked in the closet
Like Margot
While the feckless, maskless court jesters
Run, jump and play

A summer raindrop
Is captured on an open palm
Hastily stretched out between star systems
As the shower of crowns reigns down again

Reigns (Rains) is an intentional play on words. 😊
©️ 2020 MW 🙏 / The Age of Covidicus / All Rights Reserved

Inspired by: All Summer In A Day, by Ray Bradbury

I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.

Margot / All Summer In A Day

And The People Stayed Home

In the Time of Pandemic

by Kitty O’Meara

And the people stayed home.

And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. 

And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed. 

And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.


upon my window pane
a trail of muffled raindrops
echoing my tears

Chaiku MW

Breath, fog and raindrops
Seeping into my soul
My eyes turned upwards
Toward the promise of the clouds
While my feet 
Are drenched in mud puddles
Sending shivers deep
Into my bones

The view from my room
Is spattered with raindrops
In the heartbeat of the rain
I can see dams breaking
Sweat dripping down
Dampened bedsheets
Arms outstretched
People under somber umbrellas
Separated by their fears

©️ 2020 MW 🙏

Using the word Room as my inspiration, in honor of OLN at dVerse, our host Grace at Every Day Amazin and our previous host Laura at Poetry Pix.


At nightfall I vividly recall
The caress of the grim reaper

I remember how he teased me
With the promise of death

His specter woos me away
From all the opportunities I cannot access

I am not free from his grasp
I am simply his bride left at the altar

Spinning illusions
Clinging to missed connections

That were never mine
To possess

🙏 Momma Moon

©️ 2020 All Rights Reserved


Cast your stones upon the ruins
Cast your runes upon the stones
Take now what the future holds
Think only of what is in your bones

©️ 2020 All Rights Reserved

I actually dreamed the words of this little poem, woke up and wrote them down. It’s literally something I dreamed up. I read Angel oracle cards, but not runes, yet I dreamed about runes.Take now what the future holds?” Food for thought!


Today I vividly recall
The embrace of the grim reaper
Today I remember the sharp nick
Of his kiss upon my soul
His passion distracts me
From the Truth
Life is too fleeting and fragile
To remain face down
Spewing out mouthfuls of dirt

©️2019 MW ❣️

Cheers and L’chayim to dVerse and Whimsygizmo. We are writing quadrilles (44 word poems) using the word “nick”…meaning steal, timeliness (nick of time), small cut or scratch.

Frozen Tundra

The past is a frozen tundra
Immovable and unchangeable
There is only now
This present moment
To live in the knowledge
I have gained

I allow the past
To drift away
On the ocean of tears
I have cried over marks
I have missed
And cherished dreams
I have failed to
To manifest

Today I make peace
With the Present
And arise from the frigid waters
Frozen fingers aching to weave
A new beginning
From all the frayed ends.

©️ 2018 All Rights Reserved


The bridges you’ve burned smolder behind me
Staining the innocence of a bright new day
Through the thick, dark smoke of brokenness
I see the outline of new bridges [to jump from, cross over or burn to ashes]
Shimmering and swaying in the distance,
Whispering promises that make a mockery of my fears
Looking over my shoulder one last time
I see the bridge where you faltered
Refusing to cross over onto solid ground with me
Within the blink of an eye it vanishes
A mere specter in the realm of what could have been
Before you succumbed to your predilection
For gasoline and matches

© 2018 All Rights Reserved

L’chaim and cheers to OLN at dVerse and our gracious host, Grace.