Ominous Flirtations
They come in all colors,
Shapes,
Sizes,
Importance,
And those that seem to be…
Endless.
Life’s weeds, that are now fretting about,
Prepare as shadows creep across the landscape,
Seeming to be teasing all in their path,
To try and run
In the silence of air-stifled lifeless movement.
Skies continue to reflect blue,
Yet not a bird can be heard,
Nary a butterfly is seen atop a flower,
As leaves of the trees remain in guarded stillness.
Life bends its branches ever so slightly,
In deference to the winds of the unknown
About to remind us of its unpredictability,
Spellbound as we are mesmerized
By the deepening quiet
Of the next ominous flirtation,
Hopefully not of mushroom shape.
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The global village of instant communication makes everything more immediate and seem like it's happening personally when it may be happening thousands of miles away. During the first 21 years after 1800, this country was embroiled in political squabbles much more intense than today social consciousness about slavery coming to the fore while the slave enterprise in the South continued.
Smallpox and yellow fever, along with many other explorer brought pestilence was running rapid in many parts of the world. And wars were being waged with brutal death counts that are no longer happening.
And even if the nuclear genie gets out of the bottle, it will be short-lived because it will not be tolerated. But probably more surgical than Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Ron