Thunder

.

It has been

a long month

since the last poem

…

the creative juices

spent trying to

keep up with life.

As the clouds roll in,

the thunder is loud

but the lightening

is out of sight.

Time to write, whether I want to or not.

A little prayer, some quiet meditation,

and God will put the words into my head,

all I have to do is smell the roses.

.

Haiku:

Thunder and lightening

Summer rains nourish the land

God provides for man

.

Elfje:

wired
now wireless
pictures now included
can’t talk, text it
telephone

.

Lament

Smoke signals, labrophone, tom tom, yodel
communications without going postal
a simpler time when there were few books
where talking was all that it took

The population grows, a curse
the world shrinks and slows
the tower of Babel in reverse
social media tells everyone what you know

media influences what you think
be first with the news even if you’re not right
advertisements that stink

sound bite,

urban blight,

fight or flight,

higher than a kite,

fewer calories in a lite,

no darkness only light,

what to watch tonight,

politically correct is trite,

which ego holds the might,

will man

ever get it quite right ? ? ?

.

ME

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