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Quarantine Poems

Updated: Feb 17, 2023

I know you are ready for COVID to be over. And like me, you may have turned inward during quarantine season, spent time journaling, reflecting. Or also like me, you may have been juggling a multitude of balls while wearing different hats and trying to stay sane. Times like these call for poetry. They can be deep and thought-provoking while also being short and efficient. So here are a few of mine. Here is hoping that this coming year finds more inspiration in optimism and community rather than isolation and struggle.


The first two poems are reflections on being an introvert in a world suddenly forced into isolation. In some ways it was a relief, suddenly everyone was respecting personal space, and staying home became the norm. At the same time, true and complete isolation showed me just how much even we introverts need connection. And just how difficult it can be to cope in an entire world that is stressed, afraid, and burnt out.


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Aloneness

Is different from loneliness

When you existed I was lonely

Waiting for you to reach out to me

To be the thing you needed

When you needed

But when you were gone I

Knew what it was

To be alone

And not be lonely



Bone Weary

I never really appreciated the saying

Until I understood

Just how much you can ache

Deep down

Past the stones in your gut

And the weight of your heart

To the cage of

your bones

keeping you from breathing




The last couple of years have also revealed us to ourselves. Who we are at our most vulnerable, what we are willing to tolerate, sacrifice, and fight for, as well as what we are not. I have been both proud of us and disappointed in us at the same time. I hope that we can continue to evolve into a more compassionate, generous, altruistic, and open-minded species of human.


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Division

I think that some people

See this word and

Think it means

That we have

Di-vision

Two

Separate

Visions

For how the world works,

For how we should treat each other

Of what freedom means

But the word comes from

Divisio

To divide

Portion out

Like slices of apple pie

Like innings in baseball

Like a helping hand when I have enough




Original poems by Sara Tascarella 2021

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