You and I had a lot of the same images, black and red, forest shadow, screaming, that brooding menace. And that illustration!!
Yours is the start of the idea, mine picks it up and morphs into Merril’s. We make a great team.
I read the smoke from the fires in the west had reached New York. Those smoke filled skies are dreadful. When they happen here it feels like the end of the world. I hope rain comes to dampen the fires soon. Your poem and art really convey the feeling of dread those skies bring.
That’s awful. We went through that early in 2020. The air stank and the sun was an orange ball in the haze. Stay indoors as much as possible. I wish you well .
I really feel this poem. Sigh. I think we know the who why how but are powerless to stop them. Except by withdrawing financial support from the corporations doing the most damage, and from politicians who live in denial of the climate crisis. And with our poems. This one of yours really hits my heart. We are speaking the same language at earthweal, for which I am grateful. What would I do without it?
Thanks Sherry. Earthweal is a light in the darkness for sure. What I don’t understand is why people vote for these clowns, totally against their own interests and lives.
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You and I had a lot of the same images, black and red, forest shadow, screaming, that brooding menace. And that illustration!!
Yours is the start of the idea, mine picks it up and morphs into Merril’s. We make a great team.
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Of course we do! And you are exactly right about how they fit together.
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perfect introduction: “The Oracle is feeling the weight of what we are doing to our world.”
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It’s a tragedy. I don’t know how our leadership can so blithely ignore it.
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I just read something somewhere about our thousand little cuts. It’s more like 10,000 little cuts with no signs of abatement.
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No sign at all…
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I read the smoke from the fires in the west had reached New York. Those smoke filled skies are dreadful. When they happen here it feels like the end of the world. I hope rain comes to dampen the fires soon. Your poem and art really convey the feeling of dread those skies bring.
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Thanks Suzanne. Yes, they are telling us the air is dangerous with more headed our way. The moon was orange the other night because of it.
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That’s awful. We went through that early in 2020. The air stank and the sun was an orange ball in the haze. Stay indoors as much as possible. I wish you well .
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Thanks, I will.
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ouch such a powerful heartfelt condemnation, art and words pierce my heart.
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It’s hard not to be affected by all the destruction. Thanks Kate.
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I agree but sometimes I need a break from it all and a walk in nature heals 🙂
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Always.
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I really feel this poem. Sigh. I think we know the who why how but are powerless to stop them. Except by withdrawing financial support from the corporations doing the most damage, and from politicians who live in denial of the climate crisis. And with our poems. This one of yours really hits my heart. We are speaking the same language at earthweal, for which I am grateful. What would I do without it?
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Thanks Sherry. Earthweal is a light in the darkness for sure. What I don’t understand is why people vote for these clowns, totally against their own interests and lives.
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This poem certainly captures the atmosphere of fear and panic in the midst of all the fire and smoke that we have made.
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Thanks Ingrid. We are getting toxic air from it even here in NYC.
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Very powerful imagery and shocking words. A terrifying word picture! Beautifully done.
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Thanks!
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Yup. Well done.
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Thanks Bela.
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