2020

[Greywolf]

Towers like broken fingers
reach into a slate grey sky.
A memory of packed cities
of crowds that shuffled by.

The promise of cold silence
of store fronts now laid bare.
2020 the year of the virus
of emptied streets everywhere.

Tv screens flicker blue
to the box lose your brain.
The media hypes the fear
of the novel Covid strain.

Are you new to poetry Greywolf because it seems that your poetry shows that, also I think you have a poem here it just needs some more imagery and a sense of smell, touch, I can see but I also cannot hear, interesting stuff though, this Covid-19 business is really starting to wear off though so that is some good news. Hi,

What are some good examples of imagery, smell and touch? May I please have an example? I have searched the forum for your work and how you would write however I have only been able to find critiques.