I stood watching
As decency took its last breath
I barely recognized it anymore
It had been mangled and beaten
Left to wither in the sun, the last
Trickles of compassion disappeared
Into the dry cracks, soaked unseeing
Within the forgotten layers
See how this ground has grown hard
Unhallowed, when left to its own devices
But there is new growth somewhere
Unnoticed as it struggles to break through
The compressed expanse beneath our feet
Watered, with the fleeting sentiments of love
I felt myself care for a moment, in recognition
And then shuddered at the possibility
Before spitting on the corpse of decency
And with it, erasing yet another path
Between the wreckage and the ruin
River,
I am very shook by your beautiful and strong poem, it brought tears to my eyes. You probably has seen that I write on the same subjects but have more hope … how else can we cope. And how can we heal?
miriam
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Thanks, Miriam. I also hold on to hope, but enjoy exploring some of the other layers. Thanks for reading.
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Well done, as usual… I thought you were going for optimistic but I was wrong and very wrong.
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It easily could have gone that direction. But I think it’s important to remind myself sometimes that although I believe I know a thing or two, I’m no better than anyone else.
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Your powerful images capture a sobering truth of our times.
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Thank you very much.
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Superb, River, absolutely superb. I love ‘trickles of compassion disappeared into the dry cracks’. So true, and such a perfectly drawn metaphor for the sad state of humanity today.
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Thank you, Alli.
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Powerful imagery. Loved it.
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Thanks, Bojana.
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Sublimely melancholic.
I loved it 🖤
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Thank you!
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You’re most welcome 🖤
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“Between the wreckage and the ruin” where do we sit in that gap? Great ending line.
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Thank you. We’re gonna run out of ways out of it if we’re not careful.
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Too true
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Enjoyed that..Cheers man
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Thank you.
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Absolutely fabulous writing, as usual.
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Thanks, Rita.
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My pleasure.
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Yes. This speaks to my heart and my spirit as I stand at my fork in the road.
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Thanks. It feels like I’m always standing at a damn fork in the road.
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Your style really resonates with me. Great piece, River.
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Thank you very much for reading!
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So intense
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Thank you.
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❤
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Stark yet the weeds grow through even the toughest ground. The task of the weed is actually to heal the earth. Which is why eaten out paddocks and soil drained of nutrition or poisoned will first grow so many weeds. Perhaps these weedy times mean that healing is on the way – but I am always a hopeful fool. Another great poem River.
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Thank you, Kate. I like the way you put that.
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I am without words to properly express how wonderful this was…just WOW!
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Thank you very much, Leigha.
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My pleasure,
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This is so good, River!
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Thank you, Angela.
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Always a pleasure.
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This is so strong, River, so weighted. I love this line, “And with it, erasing yet another path
Between the wreckage and the ruin” Such a powerful ending.
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Thank you very much, Susan.
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Beautiful poem which sums up the current election season to a tee or tea!
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Thank you!
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Awesome. Very relevant, and beautifully written.
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I appreciate that, thank you.
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Wow. This is excellently done.
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Thank you, Linda.
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The last two lines would truly define how we crush it.
Awesome poem.
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Thank you, I appreciate you reading.
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My pleasure 🙂
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River….u have hit my heart with a shotting arrow. So vivid of an explanation. So much depth and truth🥀
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Thank you for the kind words.
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Anytime
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You have just put what I am feeling into these beautiful words.
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Thank you for reading!
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It often feels like only a few cracks lead down to morals of decency.
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It does. Thanks for reading, Chel.
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True. Sensitive. Great.
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Thank you.
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Where are we headed? It’s definitely scary. Great illustration.
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Wherever most of us are headed, it isn’t good.
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Great poem – and so true!
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Thank you.
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