Disunity by Passivity

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #316

Words:  power, push, spin, shelter, ground, funnel, wake, path, map, sweep, surge, beach

Possessed by sweeping urges
for power sours his mien, pushes
his features into a stone scowl
of mean. His path–a whining,
winding map of destruction–spins
like a tornado’s funnel. Is there
an underground tunnel in which he
will shelter if present conditions
worsen, and a surge toward war
is imminent? Will he welcome
back immigrants, then, to aid
this country or will he find
a way to blame them for pollution,
beach, erosion, power plant
explosions, and fracking-
prompted earthquakes? Too late
to wake him from madness, too late
to reunite a country and disregard
a party.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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