Day: July 11, 2018

COMPLACENCY

~ thereluctantpoet

Has the media turned us into emotional Zombies? Come read Fiona’s great post – COMPLACENCY

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EVERYONE CRIES THAT THE WORLD IS A MESS,

AS WE SIT IN OUR ALMIGHTY GLASS HOUSES,

REFUSING TO ACCEPT OUR OWN FAILINGS,

WE CREATE A GROUP THINK,

PASSING THE BUCK,

MAKING THE PROBLEM NOT OURS,

SUFFERING AND TORTURE, 

 NOT OUR PROBLEM,

STARVATION AND BOMBS,

NOT OUR PROBLEM,

THIS COULD BE ANY OF US, AT ANY TIME, 

JUST A LOST JOB AWAY,

A DEATH , A SUICIDE,

BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME,

TO EAGER TO ACCEPT COMPLACENCY,

COMPARTMENTALISING THE POSSIBILITY,

INSTEAD OF HELPING, DENIAL,

NOT MY PROBLEM.

REFUSING TO BELIEVE THE EXISTENCE OF A WORLD FOREIGN TO OUR WAY OF LIFE.

FIONA

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Upon this Chair ~ #poetry

~ thereluctantpoet

Come and share Dorinda’s – UPON THIS CHAIR, a sentimental and moving post!

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


She plays the sweetest melody

A violin, tucked under her chin

The sounds that make the angels sing

As on her fiddle, she would begin

A sadness, on her face, appears

Her eyes closed, as she’s recalling

The one who sat upon this chair

A child’s tears, would soon be falling

From this daughter, who loved her deeply

Though, no longer could she hear her play

Except through her very own fingers

Grandma said mommy wanted it this way

And so she plays, for her mother

A woman, she can no longer see

Until her time, on this earth, is done

When they’ll play, together again, for eternity

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

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The Hospitable Cabin

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Come take a walk down memory lane to – THE HOSPITABLE CABIN

Talkin' to Myself

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Tres Pinos.

The cabin was built in 1923 by my great-grandparents. It is where they went every summer to escape the heat of the Central Valley.

It was a Cabin. With a capital “C”. One room, a wood stove for cooking and heating, a kitchen sink and cupboards with curtains (no doors). There was running water from a spring. My mother spent summers at the cabin with her grandmother when she was a child.

There have been a few upgrades. It has electricity. It has indoor plumbing. It now has a bedroom and a separate kitchen.  All the comforts of home. Except there is no television, no radio, and, until recently, no phone. There is no such thing as cell service.

IMG_4958 New front wall and porch. 2017

The place is stocked with very old books, picture albums of the family, fishing poles, flashlights and mouse traps. There is a granite…

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