POEM
by Erlie A. Lopez
Morn Re-born
No screech
no gnash
no scuffles
of the daily rush,
instead,
tweets
and rustles
on the summer breeze.
I breathe deep
and dreamily hum
a nymph’s song
from a Keatsian time,
eyes still closed
yet seeing a meadow
where flowers dance.
In a while, and for moments,
a sigh, an ache,
the heart pinched
by the wail, even waste,
of a stretch of years
in the city’s race
to live.
I look out,
around, then up
the sky awash in celestial blue
the sun aglow in tender smile
certainly, glory enfolding the space
then, so faraway
and beyond.
A new morning it is,
a morn re-born
that the virus we curse
also brings.
About the Poet
Erlie Lopez is a Filipina retired from the frenetic world of Public Relations and Advertising in Metro Manila. She was, in the last 18 years, head of a PR agency she co-founded. In her independent and sedate world now, she mostly reads, writes, stays socially connected, soaks in Nature, and develops new interests and skills adapting to the pandemic mode of life. She has also returned to a first love – poetry – which keeps her heart open to the grace and rhythm of the universe.
