A poem for today.
today's cold miasma
threatens creative thought
synapses frozen and atrophied
intuitive leaps, blocked
hiding in fear
survival instincts take primacy
art and reflection
gone by the wayside
but what is ‘the wayside’?
a hidey-hole where
we stuff our hopes and dreams
waiting for things to get better
waiting for a change in regimes
the new cold war
internal civil struggles fought
neighbors hating neighbors
relationships fraught
group-think prevails
no vaccine for stupidity
art and reflection
gone by the wayside
but what is ‘the wayside’?
a hidey-hole where
we stuff our hopes and dreams
waiting for things to get better
waiting for a change in regimes
now is the winter of our discontent
The dVerse Poets Pub is hosting Open Link Night, once again, where anyone can participate by sharing a poem of any kind. I went dark based on how I felt after reading and listening to the news today. Or was it yesterday? It seems like the news is bad every day.
Click here to read the other poems submitted for Open Link Night. There are some tremendously wise and talented poets who contribute.
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I think that the wayside is where we save the world… even biodiversity is so much better there in the farmland around it… maybe we should rest a bit and explore ourselves there.
I love all your thoughts here, Kim. And especially the inherent wisdom in this stanza:
“but what is ‘the wayside’?
a hidey-hole where
we stuff our hopes and dreams
waiting for things to get better
waiting for a change in regimes”
💖 (aka Nina)
This is absolutely exquisite! I too resonate with the lines;
“but what is ‘the wayside’?
a hidey-hole where
we stuff our hopes and dreams..”
Hopefully things will get better ❤️