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This dreaded disease

February 10, 2024

I lived through it, covid,

this dreaded disease,

the panic, as it spread worldwide,

(It will never reach here!), and the lies–

(it will be gone soon!), the denial,

    and the gloom.

We all watched, as numbers climbed,

I printed them out, stuck them in a book,

for my grandkids, later.

We all watched in horror as loved ones died,

and none of us knew who would survive,

our family, our neighbor.

Nursing homes closed to visitors,

A friend of ours brought her violin

And played to her mother,

from a window,

They wouldn’t let her in.

Schools closed, we sent kids home,

leaving them isolated, and alone,

staring at friends online.

Later, we would see the scars,

the lack of learning,

the paranoia,

the fears of being together again,

in person, face to face,

The loneliness they could not erase…

And then came the vaccine.

People no longer died alone,

No one has to stay at home,

Cities came alive again,

Masking went away.

But covid doesn’t play.

It is very much alive today,

shifting, changing, rearranging,

Shedding parts, growing others,

Continuing to make us sick.

but it can only go so far…

And now, in early 2024,

I find myself having to isolate,

As COVID finally found me.

I call my doctor, and because of age,

Get antivirals for the next 5 days,

Prepare to wait for it to pass,

Spend a few days at home.

On day 2, I test positive,

Wait the required number of days,

On Day 5, a very slight T line,

Day 7, one we could hardly see –

And then the cold returned.

Wake up with a stuffy nose,

Headache, taking Tylenol,

Day 8 strongly positive,

We are now on Round 2.

I go online to GOOGLE IT,

and find to my surprise,

Something I didn’t know before,

called COVID RE-BOUND exists.

This thing never dies.

It finds another way to make itself come alive.

It’s not like vaccine for small pox

that made it go away,

or the measles, or chicken pox,

This thing returns in another way.

10 days or more to stay at home,

10 days of not going to a store,

Of not being able to see a friend,

10 days of ordering groceries in,

Tonight, as I spoke to my children of this,

a message comes from a daughter,

She had covid a couple years ago,

She just tested positive.

Covid doesn’t play. It doesn’t go away.

We have found some ways to reduce the deaths,

Science has figured it out a bit,

But we have to continue to fight it off,

Get the shots, Keep it at bay,

Covid wants to mess with us,

It will come again, on another day.

cfblack                Day 11, 2-10-2024

January 7, 2024

LAST DAY OF CLASSES

November 30, 2023

Last day of classes

is always the same,

a mixture of sadness

and personal GAIN,

No one has energy,

no one cares,

let’s do this review

and get outa here!

Another semester has ended today,

Did they learn anything??

It’s hard to say,

It’s hard to believe it’s been 16 weeks!

No one has questions, and no one speaks!

It’s time to go home until final exams.

Look up those power points,

read them again,

then take that test, and wait for your grade,

“Is there any extra credit I can do?” they SAY,

“No, no, my friend, it’s too late for that,

It IS what it IS,” says Dr. BLACK,

This particular group will not reappear,

I wish you all WELL until first of the year!

cfblack 12-1-2023

what my kids will say about me when I’m gone

November 8, 2023

(I was inspired to write this poem after hearing a similar one tonight.)

She didn’t want to sky dive,

She burned cookies,

She was a good mom,

She had a good heart,

She believed in prayer and prayed for us,

She always tried to tell me what to do.

She had 1000 pictures on her phone!

She saved pennies in a jar!

She was always getting rid of stuff,

When we left home, she sold our stuff!

She loved being a grandma

and being with us,

She loved the Blues,

She loved all of us,

She loved to dance,

She loved South Carolina,

She loved Charleston

and walking the beach,

She struggled with depression

and ADHD,

She loved Purdue sports,

She loved time alone.

She wanted to do better,

She couldn’t tell a joke,

She worked her tail off

to pay off debt,

She could have been better at making friends,

at being humble,

or making amends,

She never taught us how to cook,

She taught us all to love a book,

She struggled with how to use her time,

She loved lemon more than lime,

She wanted to find her ancestors,

She could really get on my nerves,

She stayed with us as long as she could,

but then flew on to other worlds!

October 17, 2023

Tonight, driving past the Statehouse,

we saw two groups on opposite sides,

each one holding up signs of their homeland,

each one chanting loudly with passion.

One side a white flag with blue stripes and star,

the other black-white-green-striped with red triangle,

One side with women showing their hair,

the other with hair underneath a scarf.

Their nations are at war, killing each other,

but we all live here in Columbia.

We all have children who wish to be loved,

we all worship God Who created the world,

Did He not create us all?

Did he build this wall, or did we?

Perhaps He built steps for us all to climb,

We start at the bottom, walk higher and higher,

then meet one another, across the top.

What do we do? Start down the other side?

Aren’t we all human? Can we not stay alive

on this earth that we all walk upon?

We don’t have to agree on everything,

we can call God by different names,

We just have to agree to see each other as H-U-M-A-N.

It’s really not that hard to do.

But when we allow hate to overturn love,

We become lower than the animal.

Animals do not kill because of hate,

They kill in order to survive.

One Sun in the sky,

One Moon at night,

One planet we live and die together on.

As for me, I want all children to live,

all children to have no fear,

all children to be with their families,

all children to survive.

cfblack 10-17-2023

“In short, for a few days we live on this earth and eventually we are buried in it, it is our eternal tomb. Is it worthwhile that we should engage in bloodshed and tear one another to pieces for this eternal tomb?” ~~ ‘Abdu’l-Baha

The Sounds of midnight

September 22, 2023

What are the sounds of midnight?

are they keeping you awake?

Somewhere a dog barks

while children are asleep,

I hear an ambulance siren

screaming down the street,

Someone has an emergency

someone works the night shift,

traffic on the highway,

trucks roaring loudly,

insects add a lighter shrill constant calling sound,

my husband turns now in our bed,

I have a sniffly nose,

2am occasionally two owls may come to call,

hoot-hooting to one another,

this is their time to go,

The world is never silent,

Life is all around,

The Earth is ever-turning

day and night are full of sound.

cfblack 9-22-2023

It is Fall.

September 16, 2023

Nights are different now,

They are quiet.

The locust waves of cascading songs have gone,

A high shrill but quiet insect calls

for hours, “Is anyone still out there?”

A few others make staccato chirps

But all in all, it is Fall.

The sun still warms us on a walk,

But sunsets happen earlier,

and soon, the leaves will turn, and fall,

Good night all.

cfblack, 9-15-2023

Some nights

September 8, 2023

Some nights

when it is quiet

after a long, noisy day,

a busy, productive day,

or a relaxing day,

I don’t want to go to bed.

It is quiet now.

Earlier, thunder rolled, lightning flashed,

wind picked up,

but now, all is still.

My husband sleeps,

birds settle in their nests,

a few crickets chirp,

I can write a poem,

read a little,

take melatonin,

settle my thoughts.

But I remember I want to walk EARLY

before it’s very hot,

so I will retire, and go to bed,

dream some dreams I will forget.

cfblack, 9-7-2023

Southern pines

September 5, 2023

I like to walk at dusk or dawn,

hear the trees speak to my soul,

These southern pines rise to the skies,

majestically, stand tall,

Offer shelter to the birds

to safely raise their young,

Oh, the stories they could tell!

They weep and whisper to themselves,

but lift their branches to the Sun

and hope for better days.

cfblack, 230905

Blessed is

August 9, 2023

Blessed is the slumberer

   awakened by My breeze,

The lifeless one,

The solaced,

The wayfarer in distress,

The sore athirst,

   insatiate,

   who sit at the banquet table,

The abased one,

The needy,

The heedless, the ignorant,

Blessed the soul raised to life,

The one who seeks reunion,

The ear that hears, the tongue that bears witness,

The eye that recognized his Lord,

They that have attained His Presence,

   who seek enlightenment,

He who heard of My own grief,

   attired his head with My love,

He who laid down his own life

    borne hardships in My Name,

He who rises from the dead

   to glorify My Word,

Enraptured by My melodies,

    who rent the veils asunder,

Blessed he who remains faithful

   to the Covenant of God,

Who things of this world have not kept back

   from attaining My Holy Court,

Blessed the person who detached their self

   from everything else but Me,

Who soars to the atmosphere of My Love,

   gazes upon My Glory,

Blessed she who drinks her fill

   from the river of My Providence,

Acquaints herself with My Cause,

   apprehends My Holy Word,

Blessed those on the horizon

   of Knowledge and Glorification,

Blessed those engaged in My Praise,

   upon them rest My Mercy,

My Love abideth forever in thee,

My Bounty, My Glory, be upon thee.

   ~~ a poem by Carol Black, taken from Baha’u’llah’s words in the Lawh-i-Aqdas (His Tablet to the Christians)