December 7, 2016. The world swirls with opinions, oppositions, petitions, all manner of unpleasant realities. I wrote this poem the morning after the November US election and set it aside till I could think more clearly. I keep humming to myself the last line of Ray Wylie Hubbard’s “The Messenger” – I just want to see what’s next. Then and still, the view is murky.
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Thank you for your poem, Jazz. I really enjoy it. Have a wonderful day & rest of the week!! Happy Holidays!! 🙂
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Ah, and thank YOU, Lisa, for this comment. I was hesitant about posting this one.
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Great poem and love the imagery!
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I like your page, poem, photos! I’ll look more later…Jazz, I deeply appreciate that you found my poem “The Past” again…I didn’t re-post it or anything, so there may be even more synchronicity than you thought! I’ll bookmark your page to look more later. Best to you!
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Amazing – arrived in my email, time-stamped 12-16-16 10:28pm. However that happened, it has made my day (and triggered a new poem.)
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Cool! I guess God sent it to you!
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