I heard a cry . . . my own?
Keening cry or sorrowful sob
why so?
Threat drives toxic overconsumption;
toxic overconsumption feeds fear and anxiety;
fear and anxiety increase misinformation intake,
escalating threat perception
Constant threat:
perpetuates despair,
trouble sleeping,
undermines health,
nurtures mood swings
Cycling, Cycling, Cycling
Over and Over and Over again
And again
And again
And again
I heard a cry . . . my own?
Keening cry or sorrowful sob
why so?
how to need to break cycle cycle cycle
pause remember to
breathe . . .
not wise enough to know
what I can do to make difference
just do what I can do in
my little corner
and
remember
pause remember to
breathe . . .
9 thoughts on "I heard a cry . . . my own?"
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You clearly and in form process how this cycle can perpetuate or and lean hopefully toward betterment.
Thank you for your kind and cogent comment, Shaun. Your feedback is much appreciated
The shape here carries the angst:
Cycling, Cycling, Cycling
Over and Over and Over again
And again
And again
And again
Yes! to:
” remember
pause remember to
breathe . . .”
oops…the shape I copied and pasted from your poem changed…it is your shape in the poem I mean!
Thank you, Pam, for your kind words. They contain such presence
” just do what I can do in
my little corner” — such the great message. Thanks for the reminder!
You are most welcome, Bill. In turn, thank you for your gracious words
The form of your poem accentuates the cry/the cycling, and you bring it back in a hopeful spin, “pause remember to breathe…”
Thank you, Virginia Lee Alcott, for your kind comment. Your feedback is most appreciated