Watching The Signs With Sighs

Watching The Signs With Sighs

 

No journalist, I –

No Instagramer, Twitterer,

No any out-in-worlder;

Only poet, intellect,

A heart

That tries not to be sentimental,

Hooked upon emotion –

So, and too misleading, to mis-reading,

Impulse and projection

Of our egotistic needs.

Yet,

One cannot

Resist it all:

The evil of it all,

Coming, going, fooling one

Into believing

That a calm will always be.

 

Last night a ventured coup in Turkey,

Night before, Bastille Day in Nice:

Terror, violence, crushed, the try

At overthrow!

I just don’t know –

I’m speechless, but confess

I must write something, being helpless too.

To cry and yelp

Is not to help.

 

I’m here, on paper writ.

That’s it.

 

Watching The Signs With Sighs 7.16.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II; Birth, Death & In Between II; War Book II;

Arlene Corwin

 

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