The Sunday Whirl
#250
The Water's Edge
there is only one after
each time i return
it seems a different place
of no news
all is as it was
changes come
slow
don't show
yet the colors seem different
the road more
narrow
isn't even on the map
as though in a trance
i follow the
road
my journey the flow of the river
the chant i learned
at sea
serves me well
stepping into the
water
i call your name and i call my own
after...
the only
answer
the sound of a lonely fog horn
the sound of a lonely fog horn
the cry of a gull
May 8, 2016
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Sunday's Whirligig
Much Needed Rain
the weather
report says no rain in sight
light
flight
little
water to be had in the desert
we
squander
waste always have
we were so
blessed
all we needed
we were blind
didn't see
the
sound of a rock falling
into the empty well
echoes across the land
even today some
gop argue
there is no global climate change
just a year ago
a farmer told
me it wasn't true
if anyone should
know the land
should be able to see
all is happening
before our eyes
nothing to fear
but
scientists (the great conspirators) say
it is all happening
faster than they thought
glaciers melting
methane
released
storms stronger
seawaters rising
flood
coastlines
major cities in danger
a price to pay
the force of nature
stronger than we
we bury our heads
beneath the
sand
send rain today we pray
perhaps we will
awake
a bad dream
wouldn't that be marvelous
May 7, 2016
5 comments:
Oh that gulls cry and the fog horn truly pierce the night of this poem..the absolute and finite state of after.. Wouldn't many things be wonderful if only a dream.. Although perhaps good dreams allow brief trips back to before - hugs to you xo
Most effective use of the words.
Although in the light of what we are currently experiencing, a no-rain scenario seems a bit unreal!
Excellent, and the cry of that gull is so strong an image.
The first one is beautifully haunting. The second all too real, so haunting in its own way. Really good writing Annell,
Elizabeth
Like Elizabeth, I found the first one haunting. And you know how close to my heart the second one is...............two really good poems, my friend. Loved them both.
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