hold us softly...
shadowed
in moonlight.
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SB
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hold us softly...
shadowed
in moonlight.
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SB
—
At what price, our World?
At what cost, our Souls
At what price, our World?
At what cost, our Souls
the Sunday of clock changing,
burdened with excess
the Sunday of clock changing,
burdened with excess
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daylight savings is critical
the yearly changing of clocks
needs to be stopped
during winter’s cold,
more exposure to sunlight
is desired, is pivotal
to boosting
our wellbeing.
-
I’m already feeling
the effects of SAD
—
daylight savings is critical
the yearly changing of clocks
needs to be stopped
during winter’s cold,
more exposure to sunlight
is desired, is pivotal
to boosting
our wellbeing.
-
I’m already feeling
the effects of SAD
—
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(Art by Minnesota Indivisible Alliance)
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(Art by Minnesota Indivisible Alliance)
angels wrangling with demons
show me heaven,
in a world that's gone hellish
angels wrangling with demons
show me heaven,
in a world that's gone hellish
blazing sunset skies
nature is impartial
to our cries.
blazing sunset skies
nature is impartial
to our cries.
such exquisite
poetry, lately
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SB
such exquisite
poetry, lately
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SB
the fabric of our lives, and the landscape,
as we've known it is being torn asunder.
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#vss225 #mythoughtstoday #blueskypoetry
the fabric of our lives, and the landscape,
as we've known it is being torn asunder.
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#vss225 #mythoughtstoday #blueskypoetry
dissent is being silenced,
heartaches on the rise
~
dissent is being silenced,
heartaches on the rise
~
shattered shards
meld with the
cracked facets
of a reality
utterly broken,
utterly tenuous
•
yet ever re-inventing
•
shuttered dreams
shuddered beings
•
shuffling through
a world of
shattered shards
•
being puzzled
back together.
•
#vss220 #poemofwoe #myprose
shattered shards
meld with the
cracked facets
of a reality
utterly broken,
utterly tenuous
•
yet ever re-inventing
•
shuttered dreams
shuddered beings
•
shuffling through
a world of
shattered shards
•
being puzzled
back together.
•
#vss220 #poemofwoe #myprose
widely opened,
the pains of wounded living
~
widely opened,
the pains of wounded living
~
but it can’t be helped,
at the times I feel most down
-
but it can’t be helped,
at the times I feel most down
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unprecedented turmoil,
I can’t ignore harkening
to the grief gripping many
nor to the signals
of the universe, as the pain
ripples through our humanity.
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#poetry #harken #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #reflections
unprecedented turmoil,
I can’t ignore harkening
to the grief gripping many
nor to the signals
of the universe, as the pain
ripples through our humanity.
-
#poetry #harken #blueskypoetry #writingcommunity #reflections