Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the world.
Strings are meant for symphonies, not marionette parodies.
Mycellia woven tidy telegraphs, not cyber-marketing memes.
Neural networks wired for survival, not rewired electronica.
Intelligence for planet sustenance, not for ways to starve it.
We’ve lost our way and suffocate in the poisons we hoard.
Hear this plea, that which needs to hear it. Step in, I beg.
Take this clutter from my house, my psyche, and the world.
top image: “Devotee” by Nik Helbig
Susan, Sherry, Sumana, and Mary are the hosts of What’s Going On?
They want us to write a poem based on the concept of Take This Poem by Elizabeth Willis.
Tao Talk 
I love “Hear this plea…..intelligence for planet sustenance.” We need governments and corporations to hear it. Wonderful poem.
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Sherry, thank you. I just don’t think governments and corporations have the ears for it. We need to go up the chain of command.
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You got me with that first line (which repeated as the last). Yes, we have lost our way. Hope it is not too late to find our way back! Your plea is well penned. Bravo for a powerful poem! Thanks for joining us again!
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Mary, thank you for the feedback, and happy to join in with this thoughtful and caring group.
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I love the inventive writing Lisa…I also simply love that picture…I would hang that one up…it’s awesome.
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I love that picture also. Thanks for reading and always supporting my writing :)
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The same to you with my stuff Lisa!
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Lisa,
A prayerful plea for those who make decisions, to truly open their eyes to the state of this sad world. So many situations causing fear and despair along with a feeling that no-onein control of power, really cares….
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Eileen, I hope for that as well, but I have pretty much given up on that avenue as having any success. The bigwigs, by virtue of their positions, have no souls. They will only change kicking and screaming and if given no other choice. That’s why I’m looking up the chain of command to the operator of this crazy game we’re in.
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Great prayer Lisa. I love it. Thanks too for alerting me about the next ‘what’s going on’ challenge.
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Suzanne, thanks much, and happy to hear you’ll be writing to the prompt. Looking forward to it.
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I might get something written. Not sure. :) Nothing’s coming to mind as yet. I’m still focused on the series I’m writing on my blog.
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<3
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Just letting you know my fingers slipped when I was about to reply to your comment on my blog. The comment completely disappeared. I am sorry.
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No worries, Suzanne. Glad you got to read it and I did receive your email response :)
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Beautiful and profound poem Li.
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Sadje, I hope it reaches who it needs to reach. We need help, desperately.
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We do, and I add my hope to yours.
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That’s a heartfelt folded prayer-poem, Lisa. May I steal the opening line as my daily mantra? I also like the internal rhyme of ‘Strings are meant for symphonies, not marionette parodies’.
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Of course you may, Kim. Thank you <3
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Yes! Too many things, too little thought.
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“We’ve lost our way and suffocate in the poisons we hoard.”….This is so true. We are so fond of attachment to everything however unnecessary they may be that it’s sometimes impossible to declutter. Let alone our own mind, house or this world we haven’t spared the outer space too. Sigh.
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Sumana, thank you for reading and your comment. It is dire circumstances.
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I love this, Lisa.
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Thank you, Dale. It is sent with sincerity.
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It is felt
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Amen. (K)
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Wonderful and profound. Really like the “string” and “intelligence” line.
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Thank you very much, Margaret.
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Every time some odd box of things leaves…
or I am able to recycle something.
Just a small glow from a single candle –
hopefully joined by others, many others.
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<3
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Delightful poem Li :D
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Thanks so much, Carol Anne <3
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