This year
this year as fires wave
too much silence to find
in the face of implacable
Mother Earth - garments
shredding, poets writing,
as the world searches for
one or three or any wise
men or women - a bright
star to see - as heads
across this globe are
bowing under the weight
of hatred loosed -
shredding, poets writing,
as the world searches for
one or three or any wise
men or women - a bright
star to see - as heads
across this globe are
bowing under the weight
of hatred loosed -
this year as fires wave -
sweet rain is gathering
ready to fall fast and soft
on all fires - freeing
blossoms waiting
to be born
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Hopefully all the blossoms ignore us humans completely and get on with their own lives and surviving whilst humans get more determined to trash the Earth.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you ended with the blossoms waiting to be born. Lovely, Pearl.
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