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This is no time to make things pretty
Yet, we need pretty more than ever
In the rubble of natural disasters
there is a need to find mementos
A family photo, a hidden treasure
something the heart can cling to
After the ominous dark clouds pass
there is beauty in a clear blue sky
This is no time to make things pretty
Yet, we need pretty more than ever
How long can we live in this mess
the beds unmade, the roofless homes
How long can we travel on this earth
with destroyed roads and waterways
Who can repair the damage done
roses are pretty, but the thorns
are a cautious warning....
written for What's Going On?
hosted by Sherry
writing to This is no time to make things pretty
Your poem says it so well - in all of the uproar, we need "pretty" more than ever. Roses, thorns, clouds, blue sky - Mother Earth sends us messages, when we are open to hearing them.
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There's a lot packed into this poem, and, indeed, so much destruction that pretty is more necessary than ever. Thank you for your poem.
I agree. Things are getting so desperate in so many places on Earth now. We need to repair the damage and make the world beautiful. Suzanne - Wayfaring blog - Wordpress
ReplyDelete"roses are pretty, but the thorns
ReplyDeleteare a cautious warning...." Absolutely.
I agree, Truedessa, we need pretty more than ever, but there are always thorns to watch out for, whatever it is we find pretty.
ReplyDeleteYet the roses can still grow among the thorns. Very well said, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteYes, Truedessa, we do need to make pretty now more than ever. I liked your whole poem, but the turn you made at the very end really made me pause.
ReplyDeleteI love both the content and form - always a light to counteract the darkness - Jae
ReplyDeleteBeware the thorns! Pretty is sometimes hard to find.
ReplyDeleteWell said, True. Poignant.
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