Climbing down the last steps of March
Buffeted by the ill omen breath of change.
Shaken by the earth and by the bombs,
I wonder if we’ve reached the final page?
Each week on Sunday the Monkey Man gives a challenge to write a poem in only 160 characters. Like writing a tweet – it takes some doing to convey thought in so few words. Come join the fun!
Illustration: Taken in Iraq, 2003, by my daughter while deployed with the Army.
Each week on Sunday the Monkey Man gives a challenge to write a poem in only 160 characters. Like writing a tweet – it takes some doing to convey thought in so few words. Come join the fun!
Illustration: Taken in Iraq, 2003, by my daughter while deployed with the Army.
6 comments:
i think we still got a few but these are the signs of the times...
My theory is like dominoes...one earthquake sifts our mother and creates a tipping point for the next. No end. Just nature. Great Sunday 160 and thanks for playing.
Great photo. Thanks to your daughter for her service. It means a lot.
We like to joke that the end is near, the zombie hoard is coming... and we laugh uproariously when the rain and hail pound, wondering if it's the last and final storm before we're all washed away.
Cleansing is good, after all.
Solid, image-effective stuff.
Every generation has these kinds of days, no doubt.
The signs say so..!
A powerful impact in 160.. :)
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