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11 of 12 given words:
wake shrill blue ribbon draw circle
water sense peak become singed
The lake used to quiver in the early hours to
wake up the sleepy heads with shrill cries
melodiously shared of migratory birds and
crickets seemingly competing with each other
Levels had shrunk to below the blue ribbon
an imaginary line drawn at the top to circle
around the expanse of the water surface
Misgivings of global warming which seem
sluggish lately but in a sense yet to peak in any
serious discussions on what had become of it
The fossil fuels lobby had singed the scientific
consensus by supporting efforts to undermine
or even to discredit them of their findings
Brenda's Sunday's Whirl Wordle #282
Sherry's at PU's Poetry Pantry #336
This was a joy to read Hank. Excellent write.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
The world can shift - maybe we know..maybe we don't perhaps we can never really imagine how
ReplyDeleteYou pay such close attention to detail that the scene unfolds before the inner eye.
ReplyDeleteAn important poem, Hank, and you know how much I agree with you. This is one of my favourites of yours. A great message, very well written.
ReplyDeleteI especially loved the description of the lake and the birds.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza is poetically refreshing. I imagine that I can hear the singe going out in the water.
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminded me that the drought for us in northern CA is over! Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more... reminds me of the tobacco industry who protected their own interests instead of admitting smoking was dangerous.
ReplyDeleteI like the idyllic scene you created at the beginning and felt the sadness of it's erosion by poem's end.
ReplyDeleteI always marvel at your response to Wordless.
ReplyDeleteI Luv that imaginary loneliness your poem. Like a divine intrusion
Thanks for dropping by and linking to my Sunday Standard this week Hank
Much love...
Always comes back to the $$$, can't admit anything or may lose it.
ReplyDeleteIt is always about money.
ReplyDeleteThe quivering of the lake and the soul of world slowly cries in the subject of the day. Let us remember the blue, the lake and the soul of our home...bkm
ReplyDeleteWonderful message and writing.
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