Reckoning

A Poem…
by Johanna Parker

 

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Know her today, for today you can see her
entwined in your world with lungs heaving your air.
 

Love her today for you won’t recognise her
Tomorrow she’ll shape-shift her form to soul’s snare.
 

There’s hatred surrounding her
Tepid words, drowning her
Fractured protractions of time’s mystic rage.
 

Her presence once subtle, now blinding the sun,
Rebuttal, now coupled with fury undone.
 

Fire flooding, floods blazing, storms blanketing haze,
Her breeze cheering sweetly
Sweet grace slicing rage.
 

Heart beating in anguish, song stilted, delayed
Not withstanding, but ambling to see how we’ll aid.
 

Not to spite nor to scour she’ll salvage her power,
She’ll carve a new coastline and don a new dawn.
 

But first, loving gifts in the form of a choice…
Blueprints beckoning
Sisters trekking in
Home-time reckoning
 

Where lies your voice?

 

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Notes

When my mind wanders it wonders about many things.  Among them, global warming, blueprint originators and the potential differentiation between our current experience and any initial blueprint for humankind.