A poet, who dreamed of safety,
A place for all. Welcomed,
if it were only this easy
We question with intensity
What brings you here?
A murmur felt throughout society
These too shall pass through
A cry out to the masses
Stepping over her, him, me, you
Who stays, who goes, somebody move
Leadership I lacking, pitiful
Eventually, we all lose
A portal, a melting pot for dreams
Less different, more in common
Weakening amongst transition, it seems
Poet to poet we ache similarly
Left to decide, no one left behind
And yet, now, is America suffering?
– Learning –
a collection of photos and poems
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A listless feeling of where we seem to be spiraling downwards ~ your words move, Aud.
“What brings you here? A murmur felt throughout society…” A feeling that can also describe what is happening globally (here in Czechia and Europe)… so much uncertainty, and a sense of helplessness at all levels – waiting for the leadership that may never come.
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Randall, it was nice to wake up to a note from you. You’re correct, you know, we are spiraling all over the world. Some of these poems from DC were hard to write and now share. I’m hoping the next few help with positivity. I enjoyed writing out my experiences. Thank you for your encouragement, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire.
Hope you’re doing okay and staying safe. ♡
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A deep poem, Audrey, and words to ponder. Unfortunately, I believe we’re suffering too. 🩷
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Sonnets are not my normal, but it extends the message and pays tribute to the Poet who wrote the words surrounding The Statue of Liberty. I appreciate your comment here, Lauren. ♡ Thank you
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We are suffering. I’m going to leve it at that, lest I fill this comment box.
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Yes, Dan, we are suffering. Thank you for your comment. Means a lot to have you here. ♡
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