The world is in chaos
(maybe it always was)
it seems more so now
I don’t even read the newspaper
it’s on the radio
a sideways slide away on my phone
in emails
blogs, podcasts, webcasts, twitter
(I avoid Facebook)
I could go crazy
as I inhale country diesel air
and guiltily sip coffee from a paper cup
(forgot my mug)
driving home on a balmy autumn day
88.1 blaring
wild Irish fiddlers, Spanish love lyrics
wild drums, saxophones
(music Soundhound never recognizes)
and then—yet again
I gaze at autumn leaves
scattered around almost barren trees
and have an insane need
to give them words
(are they not just leaves on the ground?)
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How to speak of them?
spread out, a shapely expanse
scattered-blown in appliqué
of brown on green–
year end’s iconic encore.
©2016 ontheland
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Touching!!
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Glad it reached you 🙂
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Totally 🙂
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Love this, Janice. I too am avoiding being vicariously traumatized by the news (or not news) sources bombarding me. Once in a while I take a stand, but it is all so absurd.
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Yes it’s impossible to take it all on or in.
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I really like this one, Janice.
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Thanks Merril 🙂
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Brava. 🌹🌹🌹
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🙂 🌻🌻
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