Thanks for the memories...let's work on solving angst-ridden world problems that keep us up at night, eh?
Thank goodness for poetry that covers all. Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference hosts our poetry round-up this week.
It was a Poetry Friday post of Tabatha's in January that generated this comment from me:
The very next day, I saw this photograph online in the New York Times.
|New York Times 1/24/23|
It calls for poetry, don't you think?
As I write this post, it is one year of an aggressive war on Ukraine by Russia. I've wondered about people like me living in the 1930s...when did they know their entire world was at war? Surely, they weren't calling World War II, "World War Two," until well into it.
It feels like my world is at war--or at least on the brink. How will humans remember this time eighty years from now?
I need poetry to help me put it into words.
In the Snow, a golden shovel
by Linda Mitchell 2/24/23
I didn't think I had a poem for the padlet today...and then, I woke up with an idea and have a very drafty draft. That's OK. I'll go back and fiddle with it later. The word is war.