As the day pulls the down,
Continue reading “Calling It A Day”
I rest my violin, sitting as it is, chestnut brown.
Still keen about music sheets,
my search goes on for tunes with a good beat.
Corona doesn’t care if you’re atheist or Anglican,
Continue reading “Ode To A Virus”
Whether you’re a Buddhist or have visited the Vatican.
This pathogen’s not fussy, there’s no discernment in a virus,
Not bothered who you vote for or that you don’t like Miley Cyrus.
Mother Earth embraces hope, in the absence of her enemy.
Continue reading “Mother Nature’s Nemesis”
She smiles at our insignificance, our arrogance, the irony.
For Mother Nature flourishes, as we battle to survive,
She struts her stuff with joyous pride, as we contemplate our lives.
Anna L Fry
Can you see the silent skies
Continue reading “We Will Meet Again”
and quiet streets and haunted eyes
Have you heard the expert voices taking charge, restricting choices
Do you feel the pain of nations
Counting death in isolation.
Do you smell the cleaner air and hear the birds and hearts that care.
Winter’s darkened days
now stretching minute by minute
to meet a lightened sky.
And I emerge slowly,
verdant tip of spring,
peeping from behind
As abandoned as my lonely heart,
Continue reading “The Lonely Grassland”
I strolled the dull autumn grass,
Along the barbed wire fence,
That cuts her vast chest apart.
Let’s distract from all those stories of manipulating the press
Continue reading “Just A Little Black Number”
And replace them with the headline “Woman Wears A Dress!”
Don’t dare display a shoulder, it looks common and cheap,
But it’s OK to use the front bench, to catch up on your sleep.