black and white and red all over




crime

 

 

the mind reels

turns somersaults

comes and goes

in swirls and cycles

nowhere to rest

no harbor safe 

except perhaps

in blessings counted

even there

no peace for those

who know no peace

blood is shed   this is real

and poetry   does it matter more

or less

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-24 at 20:18

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
I was thinking about the same yesterday — what good is poetry when the world is burning?

Though we live within our tiny bubbles, we are undoubtedly affected by what's happening around the world, and finding a balance between inner-self ("the mind reels") while not completely losing ourselves ("blood is shed / this is real") is a pesky task.

Guess humans, the world leaders, never learn despite years of wars and endless suffering! As to the answer to your last question, I don't know!
2022-02-28


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Poetry is real. It is usually an expression of an impression of the true heart and spirit of the author. (I'm a poet and I don't know it!) Usually shorter and more concise that a thesis, play or novel.
Just my pennyworth! :)
2022-02-26