Dec. 31, 2025
Reconciliation with 2025 #DecPodPoMo Episode 30/31
2025
A year of fire and brimstone,
a reckoning with massacres, starvations, vindictive assaults
in hopes and dreams.
It’s been disappointing to see infants lose their parents - and grandparents crippled with the pain of grief
in ruins, rubble, and relics of the quiet life they wanted more than anything.
Blue skies & clean water
blooming flowers and fruiting trees
Fresh streams and songbirds lilt
The melody of playgrounds
Symphony of toddlers
Climbing and seesawing
As the prayers for peace went on and on.
No resurrection
Nothing rising from the dead
But carrion over Gaza
And wolves in the Donbas
The wildfires of California,
Bushfires
The droughts of Somalia and Iraq
As the glaciers melt
And natural disasters are too many to remember.
The outside world
A cesspool
The inside world
Of dampened fire
Of dribbling lines
a thirsty year of tablets
For teeth,
For dug out cyst
A year for haiku
A year for words
A year for causes
Is there any way back
Any way , out,
Any way beyond?
Is there nothing but now?
A year of finding a second home
Among the smiles & bowing necks.
The quiet glances
The way a swallow flies
or a heron glides
So much for proverbial golfballs
A year of fire and brimstone,
a reckoning with massacres, starvations, vindictive assaults
in hopes and dreams.
It’s been disappointing to see infants lose their parents - and grandparents crippled with the pain of grief
in ruins, rubble, and relics of the quiet life they wanted more than anything.
Blue skies & clean water
blooming flowers and fruiting trees
Fresh streams and songbirds lilt
The melody of playgrounds
Symphony of toddlers
Climbing and seesawing
As the prayers for peace went on and on.
No resurrection
Nothing rising from the dead
But carrion over Gaza
And wolves in the Donbas
The wildfires of California,
Bushfires
The droughts of Somalia and Iraq
As the glaciers melt
And natural disasters are too many to remember.
The outside world
A cesspool
The inside world
Of dampened fire
Of dribbling lines
a thirsty year of tablets
For teeth,
For dug out cyst
A year for haiku
A year for words
A year for causes
Is there any way back
Any way , out,
Any way beyond?
Is there nothing but now?
A year of finding a second home
Among the smiles & bowing necks.
The quiet glances
The way a swallow flies
or a heron glides
So much for proverbial golfballs
- driven by drones.
Goodbye to all those wet days
All those days of cloud
All the days of weather.
Not knowing is the lane to wisdom
Not knowing’s the adventure
Not knowing’s the way