summer laments
the season of hatred
watches warmth
become the fire of hell
pink stalks of rhubarb
turn bloody red
as greens wilt away
farm animals like hens and lambs
retreat in self-defence
this summer
be remembered for
narratives
unleashed on
gullible minds; compelled to
opt for destruction
let silence
of lambs bear a tag
price paid for
inaction
let dark clouds part to reveal
could-have-been futures

So true,
‘this summer
be remembered for
narratives
unleashed on
gullible minds; compelled to
opt for destruction‘
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Lack of alternatives or a strategy really kills.
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Elections have made May even hotter than it usually is. Unique take, Reena. Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you so much, Indira!
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Oooow! Reena this one is deep I like it 💜
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Thank you so much!
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A pleasure 💜
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Dark. A different side of summer. It’s not all bliss. BTW, rhubarb is delicious especially when mixed with strawberries in a pie served with vanilla ice cream – the perfect diet food! It’s tart, but sweetened – mmmm. I remember stalks of them growing in my great-grandmother’s yard, and I hated them then, but that was before they became pies. 🙂
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Summer is not bliss at 104 degree Fahrenheit.
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That does not sound like bliss! We are almost that temperature in Phoenix – probably in the next couple of weeks.
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Powerful and thought-provoking writing, Reena. 🌞
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Thank you, Gwen!
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Powerful unleashed thoughts, Reena! Stellar use of kigo words.
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Thanks so much, Eugi!
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You’re welcome, Reena.
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Wow! A very unique take Reena
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Thanks so much!
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My pleasure
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Marvellous poem Reena .
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Thank you, Tanvir!
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Wow! This is some powerful poetry. I guess your summers are brutal! 🥵
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They are brutal if you move outdoors. The elections are spreading a lot of negativity around.
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They are. Our world is struggling right now. I hope we all make it through the chaos.
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Reena is no fan of summer! Excellent poem! If I had used rhubarb as a kigo I might have had a darker poem, only because I hate rhubarb.
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I’ve never tasted rhubarb 😃
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