When all is swept clean
By the cascading water
Earth will be reborn

Thanks as always to Sue for hosting the Write Photo challenge.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
When all is swept clean
By the cascading water
Earth will be reborn

Thanks as always to Sue for hosting the Write Photo challenge.
I
as elephants brawl
and the foolish close their eyes
only the grass aches

II
monsters laugh with glee
when the preying buzzards swirl
o’er the barren shell

This haiku set was inspired by current times. Read into them what you will.
Thanks to FOWC and the prompt of “crazy” for which I substituted “foolish.” (Hope that’s OK with Fandango!) And thanks to NaPoWriMo and their challenge to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. I chose the following:
Kenyan proverb: “When elephants fight, it is the grass that gets hurt.”
Meaning: Fights between the powerful only hurt the little guy.
Like sheep we follow
Ignoring the other’s cries
Till they come for us

After this past week, I fear (even more than I did before) for the survival of our democracy. When we allow the president to act outside the law, how can we claim to be a nation of laws. When we actively persecute people who are not “appropriately” straight, adequately white, and the “right” kind of Christian, then how can we claim to be exceptional? When we support (or ignore) an administration that consistently places profit over the health and safety of humanity and they very survival of our planet, how can we claim “greatness.”
I fear.
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the venue to vent. Our words this week are “sheep” and “weep” for which I substituted ‘cries.’
She wondered whether the storm windows would hold. They were meant to keep out bad weather, not … well whatever was falling from the sky. It was funny she used to think the end of the world would come later. After she was gone. Not when her dreams were finally within her grasp.
It wasn’t fair. She had done everything right. And now. Now the sky was literally falling.
Lost in thought, her mind barely registered the hissing as the bubbles burst through the window pane.
As the drops burned through her flesh, her mind screamed “It’s not fair!”

Thanks to Carrot Ranch for the inspiration for this 99 word story.
Climate change is real and it’s going to destroy us if we don’t change our path.

Reposting in honor of Fandango’s Friday Flashback . Sadly, just as relevant today.
Deniers
imagine the world
not an abstract perception
melting as we klatch
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Art Universe @ Instagram.
And for today’s FOWC with Fandango