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“bloodshot world” is SUCH a powerful visual. Whew. I love this.
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De, thank you <3
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Interesting memetics and mentations
much♡love
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Thanks, Gillena :)
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We need that light more than ever
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I wonder what would happen if everyone would just take the same day and focus on things that bring light? It might be like Dorothy throwing water…
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Well written, Lisa. I am afraid the genie is out of the bottle at this point1
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Yes it is, Dwight, and now we have to deal with it. Sitting back and letting it have its way unimpeded just isn’t acceptable.
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:<(
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The rancid smell–too much! Yes, to the one voice, the light!
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Thanks, Merril. I know we can do it.
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You’re welcome, Li. I hope so!
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I like how you name him, “memetics
daft chiseler.” I wonder the same thing. The one thing I know is that being silent or still doesn’t work. I agree with your prayer.
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Thank you, Aaron. In this situation it won’t.
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Lisa, I love how your poem encourages creative resistance – a shared voice to counter this pervasive toxicity which is spreading so rapidly 🙌
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Ange, well said.
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How is indeed the question. But we must not remain silent. (K)
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Let us raise our voice,
one song, in light.
Hopefully, more light will will lead the way out of this darkness
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<3 I see it as a laser beam, cutting away the blankets of darkness.
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What arresting imagery – really draws the reader in – Jae
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Jae, thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts on the poem.
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amen, hallelujah and namaste, Li! 💕
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<3
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Such a feeling of heaviness in your poem but oh yes rise with light, surely this darkness that is trying to infect the world cannot last.
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:::praying::: Di, it feels like we were already weakened by Covid, then…
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Yeah, life certainly hasn’t been the same since. :(
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An inspiring poem my friend.
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Sadje, many thanks.
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You’re very welcome
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I think we’re much on the same wavelength – only your language is a lot more interesting!
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Rosemary with concentrated light, no darkness can stand. Glad we are on the same wavelength <3
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I wasn’t certain what memetics actually meant and now that I have the definitive definition, your poem’s meaning / impact boggles the mind! Daft chisler indeed. Let there be light!!! A huge wowee from Helen.
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Thanks so much, Helen.
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very nice 👍
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Powerful poetry, Lisa 👏👏👏
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Thanks very much, Jay.
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My first read-through I have to admit was rocky. I then googled some of the more unfamiliar words and wow, you hit the nail on the head with this! Nice!
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Christine, I appreciate you going the extra mile with the poem. Thank you <3
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There can never be too much light.
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This packs a punch, Lisa! Not one word wasted!
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Carol, many thanks.
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A potent verse! And a great song accompaniment. One of my faves of theirs… I enjoyed the chapter on it in Bono’s book, and remember it well from seeing U2 play here in 2011.
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Steve, you’ve seen it from several angles.
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Ha! I hadn’t thought of it that way, but you’re absolutely correct, Lisa!
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