And Other Signs Of The End Times. Comments

Kim, I have to go read this poem! ! ! !

Didn't you used to have another poem with the title " A Murder of Crows" ? Or is this the one I am thinking of? Did you change the title? Or am I just senile?

Hey there, Robert, that was a very clever comment! ! ! ! Reading your poetry requires no thanks from you- I do the thanking! ! !

This is perfect for reading at Christmas. A perfect 10...and to my favourites. I am struck by the imagery of the children. I think this poem can address the very young, and the child within. Each one of those children might have a rather different response to both darkness and light. Superb verse, Susan.

All the countries stay baffled and bewildered before a microscopic virus and man is rendered so helpless. Truly we all doubt if it is the prelude to an apocalypse. As you have stated in the concluding lines.... the only possible solution is to look up to the Heavenly light. A wonderful poem that reflects some of the highly annoying signs of the times. Top marks.

This poem becomes so relevant in the time of the fast spread of the pandemic. The present pestilence can be in one way seen as Nature's retaliation to the reckless exploitation of Nature, the escalating pollution and the unprecedented rise in crimes and cruelty! It spares none, the good and the bad, the rich and the poor!

There are signs everywhere.... But nothing is more tragic than to watch the murder of a crow or the crushing death of a squirrel.......blow after blow keeps coming to them and our peacefull world falls apart. Thank you Susan for invoking the emotions of love and compassion with your wonderful poem.

Murder-rising, such vivid imagery. Peace, is the answer... is mercy.

HI, Susan! Stopped by to see if any of my old acquaintances here were still writing, and very pleased to find your recent piece. It is beautiful and poignant and certainly timely. I, too, take consolation that even our ecological and sociological collapse is all part of a greater blueprint that rests safely in capable hands. Beautifully expressed here. All the best my friend, for a blessed and inspired 2020. Seamus

Grim and cause to sing hymns—such is life, eh, Susan? Keep your humor helped by a sweeping perspective. -Glen

Again PH sends me a notification that someone had left a comment but when I get here, it is not here- so the person who wrote it thinks I am so full of myself I do not bother to reply - -here is the notification and I hope the author sees I do not know who he is: Dec 20,2019,4: 42 PM- -You have a new comment about your poem: And Other Signs Of The End Times.- A wonderful poem with great images. No matter what is coming we can look forward to Christmas, at least.

Times are changing! ! Facing the End! ! ! Disasters! News of Wars. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

End of times. Sure, it will happen (happens, being timeless) . We should not be hopeless, but prepared. ... End of times. With every forced end of a life, I feel, I think, an end of a living world. Yes, entropy is natural, and we should not help it fast. This poem is very impressionable. True emotions and feelings.

Human race has transcended all limits and encroached into all the vaults where nature has kept its most valuable treasures. Wealth is getting accumulated by a few persons, who get all protection from the system. People are persecuted in their own land, in the name of religion, caste or creed. And the rich countries refuse the refugees. Refugees, including women and children are left to die in the seas. Wonderful poem. On the contemporary issues.