where there is smoke
.
fire
is most certainly raging
somewhere
there is no denying it
we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky
here…there
random houses set afire, leaving nothing…
those who fan the flames
do not care
that people are still inside
~kat
Catching up today …I took a social media news break yesterday. Not that I was completely off the hook. My day job provided all the stress I could handle, or not handle. I keep telling myself I am getting too old to deal with office politics and greedy boards and shareholders whose demands trickle down through our micromanaging bosses to us…the worker bees who barely get a chance to taste our own honey.
The prospect of losing my hard earned benefits to pay the wealthy few a bonus for re-electing their great leader makes me all the more weary.
On a positive note, I managed to speak up for myself and set some boundaries. It took a lot for me to stand up for myself. I tend to acquiesce. So there is that. A little victory to celebrate. A glimmer if you will. Enough of a spark to keep me going forward.
Peace, Love, and Glitters,
~kat
Another Pi-inspired poem. This time based on the number of words for each line correlated to the number sequence: pi = 3.1415926535
like mercury colliding... 