Outside the Square
March 25th, the deadline
For this poetry assignment;
The first of thirty days, they say,
Of solitary confinement.
The frost is in the freezer,
Not yet blanketing the ground
Cool Marty’s gone from party mode
To peace and quiet profound.
The young and reckless revellers
Have all mercifully now stopped
And none too soon— What’s that great din!?
Another pin just dropped.
As I write this two weeks ago.
No lives have yet been lost.
But writing is more difficult
With thumbs and fingers crossed.
As trials go, the jury’s out
We’ve broken with convention
Where juries don’t get sentenced
To a month of home detention.
I know things may be different now,
Much harder to endure,
We’ve always thought outside the Square:
Let’s try a different cure.
I’ve got some information
That you’ll likely find quite weird
But it might stop you fearing
Things you’d otherwise have feared.
You might just want to try this
And suspend your disbelief;
You might just love the feeling,
It might bring you some relief.
I’m told we’re all just energy,
Enduring and renewable
Where stifling viruses with thoughts
Is eminently doable.
With thoughts of love, specifically;
(I hear you jokers squirm!)
Love, properly meditated,
Can extinguish any germ.
It’s a matter of vibration:
If we vibrate really fast
The negative just cannot live
A virus can’t get past
The forcefield of our loving thoughts;
We’ll drain it of its power
And we’ll defeat this virus:
It could be our finest hour.
But love not only family
And the friends you hold most dear,
But love, too, those you most oppose,
Your worst faults… and your fear.
“What? Love my fear? I fear you’re mad!”
Then love my madness too!
To neutralise what we despise
That’s what we need to do.
Say “I love you” and “I love me”
And feel it as you say it:
“I love my warts, my fearful thoughts”
— And don’t just think it, pray it.
“I love the sod who stole my car”,
“I love my neighbour’s anger”:
The more you love thy neighbour’s rage
The less you’ll be in danger.
The more you pray bad thoughts away
The less they’ll prey on you,
So still your mind… and tell you fear…
“You bastard, I love you.”
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