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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