Written for: Friday Writings #77: In The Face of Disaster "What would you write in the face of disaster?" Who pulls the strings– the puppet master. Another disaster, broken concrete, falling plaster. Does your pocket carry deadly blasters? Do waters flood and forests burn faster because there is no time for a forecaster? Mother Nature is sick of rhyme Father says we are out of time. https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
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indeed. We can’t woo mother nature anymore –
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She would see right through it.
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Mother Nature is sick of rhyme
Father says we are out of time.
They are not needed but they occur too frequently and too fast. Disasters are not subject to warnings. Great writing Sara, you gave a different twist which made it more interesting to read!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank!
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It reads like a spell of disaster I loved the Rythm and the rhyme.
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Thanks, Marja!
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Right, well, that about sums it up!
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Thanks, Rosemary!
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Sara, this is one of my favorite “you” poems ~ the pacing, messaging: really great.
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Thanks so much, Helen!
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Mother Nature is sick of us. And goodness knows that we’ve given her reasons. Sigh.
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All so sad.
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Sigh.
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Nice rhyme, Sara.
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Thanks, Mike!
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