Deep Underground

( a Tribute that tells a story through poem titles from 21 Deep members )
 
 
It’s now one year forward since the scourge;
Comes the dawning of the first new Light
Through a crimson sky, the colours of time.
 
We are no different despite the purge.
The cleansing of being tethered flight
Beyond of what seemed to be a lifetime.
 
Lockdown cities, street by empty street,
Isolation by isolation,
Considered a privilege if we survived.
 
A hint of sadness, we’ll never meet,
Emerged from charity sedations.
But almost harmless doesn’t mean we tried.
 
Almost wanted had a second chance
If you’re bracing for the unveiling;
It’s just enough to make you stay alive.
 
A wild child in moonlight for this dance,
The hum that ripples a song failing,
Here Nature is speaking to save her hive.
 
 
 
 
 
The 21 Deep members whose poem titles
(in italics, picked at random from current pages  
of My Updates) my poetic ink honours:
^buddhakitty  - one year forward
^MadameLavender - The Dawning
^Wanderer_Mahmud - Crimson Sky
^Josh - Colours of Time
^Stoney223 - We Are No Different
^adagio - of being
^EdibleWords - Beyond
^Kaylor1967 - Empty
^ImperfectedStone - Isolation
^Wh1skeySwagger - Isolation
^NewBeginnings - Privilege
^SweetOblivion - A hint of sadness
^lilies_and_dust - charity
^Sky_dancer - Almost Harmless
^Honoria - Almost Wanted
^FromTheAsh - bracing for the unveiling
^Rubiksmind91 - Just enough to make you stay
^gothicsurrealism - A wild child in moonlight
^calamitygin - This dance
^_boybrains - the hum that ripples a song  
^jemac - Nature is speaking