I’m just tired. Signs of spring. The world keeps turning as it falls apart.
life could be so exhausting
from circumstances
beyond my control,
but here I am.
The feeder was so crowded
with birds today.
I am a daily observer
of bad news,
then worse news,
insanity promising
worse to come -
which is definitely
the worst news.
Rock bottom seems
to be bottomless.
My first crocus bloomed today.
Perhaps war is coming,
one madman to another,
threatening destruction -
a war they will never
fight themselves.
Others will die,
proxies without purpose
other than to survive,
while they reap the benefits
of the global war machine.
Spring is in the air.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-02-21 at 05:05
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Nevertheless…
I never imaginedlife could be so exhausting
from circumstances
beyond my control,
but here I am.
The feeder was so crowded
with birds today.
I am a daily observer
of bad news,
then worse news,
insanity promising
worse to come -
which is definitely
the worst news.
Rock bottom seems
to be bottomless.
My first crocus bloomed today.
Perhaps war is coming,
one madman to another,
threatening destruction -
a war they will never
fight themselves.
Others will die,
proxies without purpose
other than to survive,
while they reap the benefits
of the global war machine.
Spring is in the air.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 13 times
Written on 2026-02-21 at 05:05
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