Carpe Diem #113 Troiku

at dawn
I wash my feet with dew
the longest day

© Yozakura (1640-1716)

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at dawn
the birds don't sing anymore
thick brown smog


i wash my feet with dew
water is scarce and precious
in the dry continent

the longest day
waiting for the call
the sword of damocles

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at dawn
i look at the sky
no rain yet

the birds don't sing anymore
they hide and make plans
to fly away

thick brown smog
streaked across the window
good morning summer

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i wash my feet with dew
the only part of my body
still looking youthful

water is scarce and precious
the drought is taking a toll
 crops and wildlife die

 in the dry continent
 bush fires consume everything
 desperate times

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the longest day
merging into another one
patience required

waiting for the call
tension fills the fetid air
to leave or not to leave

the sword of damocles
poised to strike a  deadly blow
anyone's guess when

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The Temptations For The Weekend - Night And Day (1995)

friday night
nibbles and drinks
with the temptations
holiday weekend
australia day
should be great
pretend for a while
things are ok


the air is thick
with sadness more than smoke
something inside of me
tells me things have changed forever
it's the beginning of the end
of life as I have known it
and it's not coming back

no longer a question of buying a ticket
taking off  and starting over
some place better
been there everywhere done that

for me there is no  better place
there is nowhere to go
poor fellow my country

Sea Sculpture - Jason De Caires Taylor

Underwater sculpture honouring Africans thrown overboard from the slave ships during the Middle Passage of the African Holocaust.
This is located in the Caribbean Sea off the coast of Grenada under water.
 
The Middle Passage was the stage of the triangular trade in which millions of Africans were forcibly transported to the New World as part of the Atlantic slave trade . African captives were thrown overboard and drowned because if they had died on board, the crew could not claim insurance money on the lost cargo.











summer holiday
frolicking
in the caribbean
unaware that
the sea
holds shameful  secrets
a graveyard for  slaves
excess baggage tossed overboard
the black holocaust buried
forgotten for centuries

reparations ?
a ship sailing over the horizon
out of sight
out of mind

Wednesday Scribblings -Poets United

Peepo Into The Future

oh look
it has feathers
they used to call them birds
my grandparents
said there were lots of them around
before the time of the great fires

old people tend to put a gloss on things
like imagining  there was once electric blue sky
running waterfalls turquoise sea
white sand  rain forests
brightly coloured coral and fish
all stuff of fairy tales and myth

there were subversive undesirables
called poets back in those days
the best ones were banned
by the thought and smile free police
for spreading too much joy 

Le papillon (Claire Bouanich/Michel Serrault)

Michel Serrault  1928 - 2007


it's a special love
the best love
an irreplaceable love
the safest love
brimming over with
trust and innocence
complete
never found again
after childhood
never forgotten
forever mourned

Trudge Trudge Trudge Along The Highway

when troubles hit
only one thing to do
pick yourself up
and carry on






fight for change




hope for the best




and if it all gets too much
take a trip to hawaii

Sydney My Home

i remember
waking to bright blue skies
almost every morning

i remember open windows
breathing fresh sea air
a glistening harbour

i don't remember
people wearing masks
checking the air quality
every day

my home
is now unrecognisable
yours might be too
(one day)

A Poetic Letter To Australia ( January 3, 2020 )

 

Dear Australia;

In your time of need

You're not alone

Battling these wildfires

On your eastern coast.

Over the years

Australia has

Generously helped

Battled forest fires

In Canada.

Only wish

It was possible

To ship Lake Ontario's

Excess water.

As this freshwater

Will be released

Into the Atlantic Ocean

From the St Lawrence Seaway.

Else

Send RCN resources

If asked

Evacuating trapped citizens.

But

I don't expect

PM Morrison will do so

Given his government

Handling of this crisis.

May the Goddess'

Healing mercy

Rest on those

Facing this Herculean task

Before your nation.

As Morrison displays

His inability to lead

In a time of national crisis

With his lack of comprehension

To Australia's specific needs

And global warming.

One Australian death

Is one

Too many.

From a sincere

And thankful

Canadian.

Therisa © 2020

Therisa's World
therisag..blogspot.com

For The Weekend

dot is middle aged now
kangaroo is unlikely
to make it to old age

Sunday's Whirligig # 247

American singer Bette Midler pulled no punches as she lashed out at Mr Morrison early this morning in an extraordinary tweet that has already generated more than 19,000 likes and 5000 retweets.

“Pity the poor #Australians, their country ablaze, and their rotten @ScottMorrisonMP saying, “This is not the time to talk about Climate Change. We have to grow our economy. What an idiot. What good is an economy in an uninhabitable country? Lead, you f...wit!!”

bush fires everywhere

a war zone

the skies covered in darkness

political feuds and false premises abound

about the cause of this catastrophe

 

the streets are  quiet and eerie

all the windows are shut

the mood is mournful this festive season

 in spite of so many  giving a helping hand 

hundreds are homeless  

 some have perished

our birds and wild life are dying

 

prayers for peace and rain

ringing from church bells and spires

don't seem to be working

perhaps we are being sent a warning

of things to come by u know who

 

we should really listen

 

 

 

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 106" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson: wild, false, ring, hand, bells, feud, peace, darkness, dying, spire, wars, mournful

Wordle # 161 MLMM

fissure watery long door page peripeteia 
drown vase run hostile catch concinnate


Peripeteia

the stitches concinnate
with the long fissure
running across her flesh
in a vase shape

tired of his lack of compassion
hostile behaviour
watery thin excuses
catch cries of s.a.d.
she  drowns her sorrows
rips up his novel page by page
and shows him the door