Stepped outside, facing southeast.
NaPoWriMo Day #19
Recounts of the Day
Recognition
Walk in the garden
A sanctuary
Sincere
Not meant
As flattery
So much was
Sprouting from
The message
Kill SS and medicare
The Mad Hatter and Alice
Tales of Uncle Remus
New plans
Broken pipes
Confrontation
Reaching its'
Crescendo
The crude clown
The rude Donald
Number one
Recounts of the day
And it was only Monday
Rain against the
Window pane
Watered the garden
A good soak
Silver light
Breaking morn
Serious scars to the
Social safety net
Wrong today
Wrong forever
Hard to smell the
Perfume
Overwhelming stench
Of what is laid to
Waste
Liars and cheats
Bought and paid for
Recounts of the day
From Brenda W's Sunday Wordle.
From the studio window, looking west.
4 comments:
Annelle~
I love how this reads... and the twist at the end.
~laurie
Wow, the beautiful peaceful images are at such counterpoint to words of the wrong decisions being made in places of power. Very effective poem, you said it well. Dismay. But then a look at the breaking clouds, and hope and peace restored again. At least we can guard our hearts. But no where to hide our heads, unfortunately. Well done, Annell. "And this is only Monday." I know!
This is only Monday sets a tone that carries throughout. The photos create a balance, a sincere sanctuary. Not an easy read, but one worth every word,
Elizabeth
excellent bit of social commentary anell...and you gots the flow going on as well...
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