The thrill of the boom.
Noise that reverberates around the room.
The lightening strike that caused it.
The closer it was the louder the clap of thunder.
However for some it causes fear.
The raw energy of nature.
Directed at the Earth below.
An answering of age old dances.
Nature never forgets.
Which is humans must be reminded every time!
Paperwork downloaded
To be filled out.
Phone calls to make.
Children to wrangle.
Last week of school.
Appointments to get to.
But most of all planning!
Planning for activities for the summer
that keep me from pulling my hair out in frustration!
Fear runs rampant
while eyes blinded
overlook the wounds
currently being inflicted.
Choices are made
to keep people apart.
Us versus them.
No longer is it
WE are united.
Dreams turn to nightmares
and nightmares become real.
Which child becomes the one to save us?
Or have we already killed them all off?
Nobody is safe from the collusion.
Apple juice.
Unsweetened.
Naturally sweet.
Delicious.
Great for a sugar rush.
Nothing beats apple juice.
Well, except for maybe apple pie!
An onlooker
makes the thoughts disappear.
How can I be creative
when there is someone
looking over my shoulder!
Darn fly
distracting me.
My poem is doomed.
I will be a pariah forever…
or at least until the next one
which
hopefully will be more coherent.
Appearances only count.
Stupidity makes it easier.
Nothing is forever.
Only the greatest showmanship allowed.
Bad people don`t get what they want.
Except in real life
where real people are torn away
from the families they love.
Publicity for their own sake
and not for all of humanity.
Being poor sucks.
Being mentally ill sucks.
Being responsible sucks.
Seeing the world spiral down sucks.
Politics, ugh, suck.
Seeing the turbulence in families suck.
Not being able to stop it in mine sucks.
When life sucks
I need more lemons
so I have a reason to make the sour face.
She has already changed her mind.
She does not want to go to school.
Yesterday she went
for the last 2 hours.
Any amount of time
is a victory for me.
To do so in a way
that does not suppress my child’s focus
on being healthy is hard to do.
So I wait and see
if the bus comes and she gets on it.
There is always the one Song.
It gets stuck in your head.
Others may try to replace it.
But that Song likes you singing it.
Over
and Over
and Over again!
Even if no one else hears the words.
Your brain likes to make you listen
until you no longer hope for release
and the crazy lyrics begin to form
a new version for your personal entertainment.
So sing the song
and song the sing.
Forever!
Where the cats do roam.
The children are free
and the food disappears easily.
The Range rarely stops
while the Oven makes it hot
and the children are fed daily.
Only when its summer
does the breeze blows through
otherwise the house overheats
and I sweat through my toes.
My kettle has stopped
so next is to pot
the plant the cats keep trying to eat.
I wonder when my rest will come
and think its due immediately!
Too bad the kids don’t think so.
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