…the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.
-Robinson Jeffers (“Be Angry at the Sun”)
It is an art
not to be swept up
in the turbulence,
not to fear the storm
of words etched
in electric thunder,
when our ear drums can’t
quit reverberating
with the latest blow
from a hundred anvils
busy reshaping the truth
to fit the moment.
It is an art to savor silence,
to listen to where it leads
to what you know.
Truth! Good poem!
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Thank you, Angela.
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if electronically induced tribalism consumes us and all we share is consumption the bastards are winning
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This is so beautiful!!!! Thank you so much for starting my day with this homage.
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You’re very welcome. Glad the poem worked for you!
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no truer words spoken. Tis an art indeed.
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Thanks, Jayne, worth listening for.
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I leave for Washington DC tomorrow to lobby for conservation funding, a worthwhile step into the maelstrom. I will hold close “It Is an Art”….. and head for home as heading for the barn!
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