Children moan
reflect the day’s gloom
We are virus-cautious
confined indoors
While ‘I-wannas’
buzz at windowpanes
and news feeds mount
the terror – I scream
silently, pray for
uncommon patience
Pause as eagle,
soaring overhead
tips a wing my way
bids me a good day.
(Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is soaring. Image my own)
People are so programmable. Living in fear due to propaganda.
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These are strange times.
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I’ve been reading a bit about the former Soviet Union, but also about our “true” historical past, and I think, to some degree, people have always been programmable, but with technology, we’re aware of it more. However, I do talk with people who think for themselves, and that’s refreshing. I think the media does a fantastic Marxist job of painting a picture their way, but what really goes on in people’s real life is not a Hollywood version. We all need to unplug from the propaganda, from media persuasion, think for ourselves, and let each day happen as it happens, in real time.
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I can’t get my eyes off that striking image!
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Thanks π
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Lovely short couplets, VJ. I enjoy the imagery you present here, especially:
“silently, pray for
uncommon patience”
Gorgeous image too! Did you draw that? I love the marks and the hue, just exquisite β€
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Thank you. The image is a photograph I played with.
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Beautifully expressed, both poem and soaring image! Love it.
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Thanks Amy!
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Well, patience is equally distributed, but nurturing the nature is quite a challenge. π
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Indeed. Thanks π
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soaring with the eagles is much preferred than grovelling with the disenchanted π
Take care and spoil yourself!
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Thanks π π
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Wonderful, really how I’m feeling at the moment. I love that touch of hope at the end.
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Thanks Kate. We need that touch of hope.
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You captured the situation perfectly! I agree with Heather that perhaps, your eagle is giving a nod that things will be okay. Thank you for joining in!
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I sure hope so. Thanks π
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Most welcome, VJ.
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Superb – you have caught the mood perfectly…….
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Thanks, Janet.
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I often think of raptor encounters as signs of Hope.
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Me too! Certainly auspicious
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Screaming for patience – pretty well captures the scene we’re all in (NONE by choice!) – I scream at myself for screaming at those who seem to make matters worse. Between the inner mostly-silent spasms I glimpse humanity caught in transition … wondering where this will take us collectively … curiosity a sort of tranquilizer …
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I love “curiosity” as tranquilizer. Sure better than outbursts. Thanks Jazz.
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Loved this poem! Although caution is a must, I feel like your eagle is giving us a nod that things will be okay!
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Definitely. I’ve been listening to Braiding Sweetgrass and the author says Eagle is responsible for looking out for us.
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If only we could soar above the viral madness.
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It’s my goal today
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Sending good thoughts your way.
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Thanks π π
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You’re welcome.
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A heartfelt poem. Great take on the prompt
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Thanks Sadje
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Youβre welcome my friend
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