It would seem 

We have the time

To dawdle dream

To write and rhyme 

These covid days

Enforced seclusion 

Give rise to plays

On introspection 

We think and muse

Our pencils scribble

Thoughts enthuse

Our fingers tremble

Our hard fraught words

build phrases sublime 

Impelling us forwards

Airy heights we climb

We shape and mold 

Trim tuck and tease

These scratchings bold

These novel treatises 

Then on paper perfection appears

Safely we can post them here

Reading for our writing peers

Bringing a memory a laugh or tear