2020 Virus Are Us Exhibition

 About Virus Are Us Online Exhibition

Virus Are Us is a page dedicated to original artworks paired with (original) poems relating to this incredible year. The pairings do not go as a rule but each poem is titled after the artwork. comments are allowed and please share.



Aerosol

Aerosol

Sprayed for a purpose

Could kill or give life

It takes flight

Now unseen, unsmelt

It could reveal or hide

Diseases yet unheard

Aerosol




Bubble

Bubble

We can keep it out

Keep in line

Reality is ours to make

The show must go on

Clean everyone

Test everything

Create our reality

Fr a short while

Lest a tiny prick

Burst the bubble


Airborne


Airborne

Within the womb

Blood gushed

Carriers found

Gathered to trade

Traded in death

Cities locked down

Sealed but not airtight

Airborne





Dislodged


Dislodged

It’s a staycation

Hold on until the air clears

Getting tipsy looking at four walls

False mirrors without reflection

Dislodged

Looked forward staying home

Now hating that bed

Dislodged

Forced to face the wall of your phone

Punishment corner, a life sentence

Dislodged

Value added outdoors

Premium price; a walk







Found Occasions


Found Occasions

Scattered flowers

Disordered memories

Runaway events

An All-Points Bulletin

Apprehend any

With matching description

Profiling is subjective

Objective is to apprehend

At all cost

Lost and lost

Occasions gone astray

Left without a note





Fumes

Fumes

Carless cities

Fogs’ gone underground

Sleepy factories, restless curtains

Lonesome roads, busy chairs

Heavy traffic? Between the bed

And the bathroom

no stop signs

yet not a freeway

the cloud of noise has shifted

now raining in the suburbs

cats and dogs can roam free

breathing fumeless airs

oh bliss



Homefull


Homefull

More space needed

The home is now a filled car

More people needed

Else how will alms go?

The trash should be full

But food is lacking

Indoor challenges

Outdoor maladies

Home less so

More peace outside than in

A sack to throw up in

A little change will do

But the home is full

Thus we are empty therein




Inbound

Inbound

We are not doing this,

They started already

Why break the lines?

Inalienable disruptive rights

How can things fall apart so quickly?

Its humanity’s gift




Irresolute


Irresolute

Reduce everything

Color them blind

Let the forest scream

And humans howl

Color separation

Give it intelligence

Because we control the resources

Give it a mind to choose

Let it strike through by color

Reduce them now

It is our opportunity

The virus is on our side




Lost! Wombs & Faces


Lost! Wombs & Faces

Thousands a day

The aged and young

Lost wombs & faces

Say anything because

Talk we must

Put up a faceless bravado

And cross your fingers

It doesn’t diffuse through your door




Mitigating Approach

Mitigating Approach

The semblance of order gives order

The semblance of disorder is faithful too

All you need to do to raise hell

Is simply to talk hell

Yet again, what do we know?




National Pride

National Pride

We shall be the first

It is important that we show them

We must set ourselves apart

Everyone must know why we are special

This will just go away

Victory is declared

We have delivered





Rabies

Rabies

Broken and diseased they said

Put it down they said

They will die anyway they said

So our grannies laid




Shmello


Shmello

Nose masks

Get that droplet

Keep it at bay

Touch not

Speak not

Only muffled talk allowed

No it isn’t being rude





Spore

Spore 

Spawn of what?

Your nativity story

Is still a mystery

But your pride & stature

Your cunning & reach

Your strength & Posture

Speaks of Royalty

You must be royalty

 


Urban Trace


Urban Trace

Follow the line

Do it quickly

Just one missed stepped

Turns the ball over to politics





Viral Echoes


Viral Echoes

Repeated sounds

Re-echoing each reflection

Mountains passed on the voice

Ocean waves carried it along

Shores welcomed it





Winding Thoughts


Winding Thoughts

Why?

Who?

When?

Where?

How?

Which?

What?

Then start from the beginning





wmvhsi


Wmvhsi

What is in a name?

A funnel locking out notions?

What is in a name?

A chain binding the imagination




Zero Flight


Zero Flight

Yet aircraft are in the air

Lear sized drones perhaps?

No movement

A traffic jam of government functionaries

Essential workers

Hairdressers included



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