Linking with Verse Escape for the" Flash Friday 55" hosted by the utterly amazing talent Joy!
The world has a fever
and the aches of sickness are settling in
there is no vaccine for this kind of disease
some hearts are too cold to be broken
so those who believe
do pray
as the ghosts of hope
cough profusely
trying to make us hear the news
love is the only cure.
The premise here is profoundly true, as you so skillfully work it in to the title. I can hear those ghosts coughing at night, and wonder if there is love enough left in our hearts to save them, or us. But your poem gives me hope. Thanks so much for joining us at the 55, Carrie, and for your always unbroken and gallant heart.
ReplyDeleteSo much sadness in this, the chill spreading.
ReplyDeleteThe image you shared is the perfect accompaniment to your 55. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, although, I endorse chocolate as a close second in curing what ails ya. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful..."the ghosts of hope cough profusely" love that phrase. You managed to put so much of where and who we are in these troubled days into such few brilliant words.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured both pandemics in this, the one of the body and the one of the heart.
ReplyDeleteYes, love is the only cure.....wonderful, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI hope we can catch what gives those ghosts their cough ~
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