Never easy choices…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
Shaking the Snow Globe,
Watching the Sun Rise
When I shake my white snow globe:
the world is a wonderland of peace and joy.
When a country is shaken:
bruised tides roil,
light flickers and dies,
ecru homes fissure and fall.
When I watch my sun rise:
I am sleepy, safe and warm.
When a country is shaken:
Hidden from me is the abyss.
Crushed brick mists, secret
the refuse of murder.
Smoke and bombs, drift
the holy dust of children’s flesh.
And I pass tame time
pontificating weather:
and whether to admit them
to my snow globe, my sun rise,
or not.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
powerful write on a heartbreaking time. may our leaders reject fear and our populace tap into compassion and mercy.
amen.
Sad times, Randy, very sad times.
We live in the best of times, we live in the worst of times.
But this can be said of all times – is it not true?
I suppose, although this is supposed to be our time to make for the better.
Snow globes create a fantasy world of whirling confetti that all too quickly stop moving until it is once again shaken. And sunrise unfolding may be the only true place for knowing the need of “new beginnings”. Thank you for making me think,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/11/22/when-the-oak-tree-fell/
Ouch. Now you have me thinking.
Don’t do that!
Randy
Thoughtful piece, Randy.
Thanks.
Once accepting immigrants was the norm but now a fear has been created of what if this one just wants to destroy what we have and want to share.
Yup.
But did “we” ever fully accept immigrants in this country. From what I’ve seen and read each group has had its share of biases: Italians, Irish, Chinese, Polish, Puerto Ricans, and so on. No?
We are a reluctantly admissible society.
Randy
What a heartfelt and positive poem…i think reflective and acknowledging rather than hidden from the abyss of reality…life is all about the small pleasures and dreams…perhaps we all need some relief from reality no matter how it is for us? And it is rarely easy
Powerful write …
outside my snow globe
the sun didn’t rise today
and the moon wanes
children still play in the parks
somewhere a raven – sings
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