On this last Friday in May, the promise of long, sun-kissed days and lazy, summer breezes is evident; yet, there is a pervasive, underlying tension in the world that colors everything we see and do and makes my OLW elusive many days. My poem this morning is a sort of found poem from headlines in this mornings NY Times the bold words in each line.
Uncertainly hangs, like pesky clouds while
Power-charged words, like bombs, bluster,
Power-charged words, like bombs, bluster,
Sow confusion, mixed with promises, threats,
Veiled truths, bold lies intertwine with news of
Corporations skirting 40 billion in taxes,
In an era when we all agree
Rules are not enough
As we struggle with questions, like why
Groceries are so expensive?
Then I come to Where do you turn
When you need advice?
How about a poem?
Where Do You Turn When You Need Advice? How About a Poem?
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