Waiting For The Next Shoe To Drop
All bad news
People drown
Towns swept away
By the latest storm
Eleven infant bodies in the attic
Reporter tortured to pieces
Clowns in the white house
Where is the refuge
Rowdy mobs yell
About other rowdy mobs
No sleep in two years
Anxiety and shame
Shame on me
Shame on you
Stop!
Look out the window
Autumn is here
Snow predicted on Sunday
Transformation
Under blue skies
Don’t turn it on
Leave it
I’ve heard enough
I am full up
Take a break
Waiting for the next shoe to drop
October 13, 2018
13 comments:
And it could be a calamitous shoe indeed....I feel the same way - when will it stop and life return to something more normal? Since they are making hundreds of thousands of people "ineligible" to vote - which is a Constitutional right - it does not bode well for a shift in power.
wow, snow soon. Here, we are enjoying such a long golden sunny fall. The leaf colour is spectacular.
"Where is the refuge?" Indeed. I know the feeling.
It's beyond overwhelming.... this chaos we call civilisation. You touched all the sore spots, Annell. Well done!
Well done Annell. Where is our refuge? Indeed.
News tend to be crazy... I wonder how long it can be... after all the sun still rises every morning.
Thank you for your comment, Toni
I like the feeling of this poem, for as frustrating as the content is, or rather subject matter. I think you've captured all of the essences and feelings that underpin all of the madness - the absolute horror, the rage, the impotence, the sense of hopelessness and despair, as well and the need to still rise and give voice - and yet - in all of this, there is, truly a need - a need to stop - and step off, back and away - because what purpose can anyone serve if they keep falling into the cycle? this is perhaps, the best form of "control"? yes, subtle and sublime - keep them enraged and engaged and screaming - because eventually, even the smallest screaming child will stop for lack of energy. Sometimes, the sanest choice is to fall back, not in indifference, but because turning to self is the best and most appropriate action to take, in order to return, with purpose that speaks from the best of each's self.
And I think you've captured this well here - in this poem. Yes, when will the damn shoe drop?
but in some ways, so what -it will drop. best to try to be prepared and strengthened with a more personal truthful resolve it seems to me.
Pat (different sign in)
Yes, there's too much to be bothered about. Too much to chew in a way. The White House is still able to hold out on its own with those dark news after so long. Just shows the distaste lingers on.
Hank
Reporter literally tortured to pieces and our president entertains a rapper and beams at the accolades. Because it's all only about him. Our national headache is turning into a migraine.
Some times there seems no escape from bad news
Don't turn it on is the right way to go. But I have to...
Anna :o]
Thank you for your comment, Yvonne.
Yes....me too, Anna. Thanks for your comment.
It really has been quite the ride these last two years. I'm hoping things will improve after November.
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