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The melting of the polar ice caps
A non-poem poem
to avoid this theme.
A poem by whom
to say what went wrong!
The worms drag your poems
by the wet soil of crude oil.
Such a short poem...
To say who bent you.
A dead seal does not see
the bear killed by cruel starvation.
The sperm whale lost the sensation
of the giant squid's embrace.
A poem you had taken,
to confirm the error!
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land where he will rest.
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land he has just left.
A poem in hand so long.
but not so strong. for the tongue.
A poem!
A poem!
A poem!
PAR
to avoid this theme.
A poem by whom
to say what went wrong!
The worms drag your poems
by the wet soil of crude oil.
Such a short poem...
To say who bent you.
A dead seal does not see
the bear killed by cruel starvation.
The sperm whale lost the sensation
of the giant squid's embrace.
A poem you had taken,
to confirm the error!
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land where he will rest.
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land he has just left.
A poem in hand so long.
but not so strong. for the tongue.
A poem!
A poem!
A poem!
PAR
Published 3rd Aug 2022
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- Edited 3rd Aug 2022 5:42pm
3rd Aug 2022 5:33pm
The pole is going to melt with or without us now. Home under the water? Not such a great metaphor, I get it. Avatars are just pictures. Like, 333 is just a number. Sorry to needle. Maybe in the future there will be less war, clean energy, and, Peace, brother, perhaps what ever we consider to be utter catastrophe is averted or partially averted in the end. Maybe not, but perhaps things look better over all nonetheless. Eventually. History takes a long time. Our lives are really short. Carry Hope with you in your life or don't.
It makes no difference to me, I'm in New Orleans where the land is clear as mud. Down here we exist on nothin but Hope and a Prayer, and we Know it. We just carry on 🤷♀️
Peace
It makes no difference to me, I'm in New Orleans where the land is clear as mud. Down here we exist on nothin but Hope and a Prayer, and we Know it. We just carry on 🤷♀️
Peace
