(x = space)
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Don’t Listen
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I’m sad is all
And maybe I may say
Who wouldn’t be
It’s raining
There are feet of snow
Out west
And that’s dangerous
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In the south
There were tornados in the night
Can you imagine?
Too many don’t have to
You wouldn’t see it
You hear the train
If you can hear
The sounds of what you know
Changed into splinters
Horrifying
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You might go dark
Deeper in, that is
Or might be missed
(tornados leap this way)
Or under things
That fell
But living
Needing to be found
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And a factory nearby
Exploded of all things
Also last night
And people inside
Sorry
Some were killed
Others hurt
And people missing
While searchers search
Press conferences are held
Because
They have to be
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Another factory
Not so far off
Went this way
Some days ago
I don’t think
It’s a conspiracy
But these destructive
And frightening
Severities
Must be taken seriously
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Last night’s inferno
Costing
Families
The ones torn up
For good
And those in the community
Losing, too
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You see,
The people in this factory
Made candy
Of all things
In fact for decades
And should have been
With all the chocolate offerings
Just in time for Easter
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Now associations
Snow-driven winter
Romantic Southern nights
Anticipation of confections
Well,
The fears will have to go somewhere
Coping mechanisms
Mechanized
(as in ready to go)
Let hope
Like grace doctrinally
Abound
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So I’m sad
Maybe I don’t know how
To take it in
To breathe vicarious
In addition to my
Own intake
For, well,
My own
Somewhat depressed
I deal in this
And have had counseling
And medication
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The day’s been gray
With rain
Not life-threatening here
Persistent
Cold and dull
Is all
And enervating
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I thought about errands
And such
Then thought better
Thinking it better
Or maybe better would have been
To go out
Get wet
Do something
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C L Couch
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Photo by Peter Jan Rijpkema on Unsplash
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March 26, 2023 at 2:08 am
An ordinary day in the life of America. Loss and tragedy, happiness and laughter. The great balancing act. Hopefully the scales are tipping slightly upward. Always a joy to read your poetry, Christopher, sublime, poignant, real, relevant and topical.
March 26, 2023 at 3:31 am
So many sad things in the world. You’ve captured the feeling so well here.