the unraveling

stop listening to public radio,

i told my dear friend this morning

stop listening to our favorite brilliant, left-winged commentators

expound

on the sad state of our world’s affairs

while a new war blisters on the horizon

as the collateral damage from the current unfinished

un-win able war lies fresh on our tongues…

stop listening to the old demons

grumbling of injustice or banishment from an old beloved job

you thought you’d “retire” from,

i tell myself this morning

tired and at an age where one’s life should be winding down

i prepare to attend a “job fair”  to try and find work again

(at 60)

in order to survive a few more years in this unfamiliar tarnished world…

stop expecting compassion where there is little

stop expecting understanding, where there is none…

facing new war on our already troubled horizon,

we will wake up tomorrow in our country

watchful, as once again

its back is turning—fangs bared—-siphoning off countless billions

while turning on the needs of  its own…

as the tides wash over us daily with news of more war, more injustice and

endless greed

our internal battles are best left behind

silence the radios in our heads

that bleat on endlessly of our own scarred battlefields

filled with newsreels of those we’ve loved and lost

old stories and painful news of new cancers now in those we hold dear…

yes, blinding stories of injustice

and lack of compassion

bury them deep, like old bones

focus now on survival and simple things–

like making the rent

(at 60)…

this is the stage where

we can only look ahead

in hopes

that a sweet, swift and peaceful

inevitable

life’s end

will spare us from having to face

this future’s unraveling…

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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4 Responses to the unraveling

  1. Karmanot says:

    WOW!!!! Love the new format! Love the Poem! Love the font size! Love the Pic! And most decidedly love you! M&T and bodhi Dog

  2. Tara Crowley says:

    I found your blog via Adgita Diaries and your sweet comment yesterday. This poem is an anthem to our age (boomers that we are) in years and our age that we live in. How are we to go forward in the years left to us? We, who have struggled and fought so long against what we saw as unjust and wake up in the present day wanting to (still) shake our fist at the world? Do we keep listening to the world and national news and do what we can (write letters, attend rallies, vote) or do we find a way to wind down and leave that world? The young will pick up the mantel, they always have.

  3. David Garcia says:

    you did it again….o boy…just by chance I happened to open this ‘devils machine’ for the second time today, once , in the morning, is usually enough for me…and here was this poem…and damn, if THE SUN can’t print this…shit, it makes me mad…but I know I know, thanks , thanks a lot for writing this and sending it and I hope you sent it out to a lot of your friends…we need this now…xd.

    • Karmanot says:

      David, not being printed by the Sun is an honor, secondly only to the two sentence ‘loser’ rejections from the New Yorker! LOL Linda is truly an amazing poet that transcends the ‘pressing bruises’ genre of the SUN.

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