September Tuesday. California burns.
The news is monotonously bad.
Why would you decorate these
diasters with words? They deserve
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In southern Minnesota a giant tree-root, half above, half below ground, unwinds down steep hills, over streams, through campsites, treasure paths, broken trails, and clearings with pools of white light shining on the leaf mold. ******* top mark
September Tuesday. California burns. The news is monotonously bad. Why would you decorate these diasters with words? They deserve no poetic halo. It is just extinction of our perceived asylum in space.- - - I agree with you.There are disasters that are taking lives, putting earth to perils, but we need no decorative words to highlight them.
Yes! Daniel. This poem mirrors my thought and action from viewing calamitous " news" to taking in Nature overlooked, underestimated, and with beauty to more-than counteract the headlines. Especially well-phrased for me—" Why would you decorate these disasters with words? They deserve no poetic halo." Cool, bro! -Glen