There is nothing to write about
Because there is nothing there
No one to talk to there
Because what they preach
Won’t take us anywhere
Nothing to think about
As their thoughts provoke no
Thinking
How did we get to this place
Feelings are only sinking
I will miss the good times,
and learn from the bad
Oh but the wonderment,
and togetherness we had
A little bit anxious
and wanting to hide.
What have we come to,
where is our pride?
Where is the truth,
who’s in our side?
There is no real discourse,
it’s us versus them.
Will unfortunate history
repeat here, again?
I will hope, pray, fight
For what is right.
I hope my anxiety and concern are merely foolishness and that what is just and within our laws will prevail. I’d rather not have these concerns but it looks like I’ll need to have my fears and concerns disproven.
Starting anew
Today
Tomorrow
No sorrow
If necessary
To renew
the self
By remembering,
Borrowing
The memories
Of the good
And using them
To crowd out
That which we
Do not want
To
Start anew
On the #SURFACE
There is what?
Calm or turmoil?
Which of the oother
Is your foil?
Or the oil
That lubricates
Your gears
Allowing you to steer
Your way
Through anything bleak
To be able to speak
Above the din
Of what some are mired in
Allowing you, me, us
To pierce the #SURFACE
This is a word prompt response to Micropoetry’s #poetheme where each word writers are given a word prompt. I hope this provokes thought or creates some useful imagery for you. Thanks to everyone who continues to follow my poetry.
For what?
I’m not
full of rot.
I’ve got
a lot
of what
is not
shot.
No knot
in my gut.
I’m not
fraught
with something I caught
or ought
to have bought.
Let’s garrotte
this onslaught
of ugliness wrought
by those without
Forethought,
instead start
a Love
juggernaut
I have gratitude
For that
Which I
Did
Not show gratitude for
– And yet
Some semblance
Of
Sadness
For not showing it
– A dichotomy
– But grateful
For knowing it
New incredulity
Nearly every day
No longer surprising
In any way
When will things
Return to the norm?
And how will the idea
Ever be re-formed?
Are these lies,
fabrications, or worse;
Statements created
Democracy’s curse?
Needing support
From within and without
Giving support
What it’s about
Receiving support
There’s not much better
Whether kind words,
A hug, or a letter
Helping your fellow
Sentient beings
Not shying away,
Withdrawing, fleeing
Supporting the other
Is truly seeing
This is inspired by a friend’s post last night.
But I don’t want it
I know what you mean
Make good decisions
There’s no in between
Letting things go
Focuses you in
Sight of all that
Leads you to win
There’ll be mistakes
Challenges too
Keep driving on forward
The best thing to do
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