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Blog, Life, Quadrille

Dangerous Dance – A Quadrille

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Dangerous Dance

What is this strange dance
that we always do
Where we circle each other like prey
Staring in silence
Strategizing and preparing
for the inevitable outcome
Throwing verbal darts
while we sidestep and taunt
until one eventually falls
unceremoniously
from the tracks of life 


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Merril is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse tonight.
The prompt word is "Track"
A quadrille is a poem of 44 words excluding the title

Image by Thomas Schroeder from Pixabay
Blog, Haiku

The Eye of the Storm – A Haibun

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I have been absent from this blog for the last few days as I was affected by Hurricane Ian here in Sarasota on the West Coast of Florida. He was a monster of a storm and his eye was on us. It was 24 hours of nerve-wracking hell being powerless and watching the damage to our homes and property occur in front of our eyes. We were without power and internet for several days. Many unfortunate souls have it far worse.

We escaped because he chose to come onshore just about 50 miles south of here but we felt his wrath because of the sheer size of the storm. This is not the first time. We have dodged the hurricane bullet on many occasions in the past. Why?

Is Sarasota…blessed? Depending on who you talk to, the answer is yes. There are various Sarasota Indian myths that the lands were blessed by Native Americans to be protected against hurricanes.
Some hold the belief that Sarasota is protected from hurricanes because the Native Americans who first settled here knew that it was safe from the elements. Others believe that they blessed the lands to stay eternally safe from destructive storms and hurricanes. Still others think that it’s an ancient Indian burial ground on the lands of Sarasota that keeps it protected. It’s likely a geographical phenomenon but I like the Indian myth.

The eye of the storm
Staring at us in the face
Blinked and went elsewhere


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Hundreds of thousands of people in Southwest Florida have been devastated by Hurricane Ian. One of the worst in the nation’s history. The news coverage is front and center right now but it will pass quickly as the media pounces on another catastrophic event to report. Meanwhile lives have been changed forever and for some it will be a very long and slow recovery, if at all.

Blog, Politics

The Devil Hides

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The Devil Hides

The District of Columbia
is not Caesar’s Rome
The Hill is not one of the seven
Yet the Senators
are as deadly and evil
as they were BC
Today the devil hides
and resides
in the hallowed halls of DC
With daggers cloaked
and unseen
Preparing to execute
their dastardly deeds
Hell is in our politics
disguised in grey hair
and old man suits
who stand on
the shoulders
of the good, strong women
they wish to control
Stifling their voices
Taking away their rights
To live in silence
Forever to be
a man’s possession


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Punam is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight and has prompted us to write about
good and evil.  I remembered an old poem I had written about US politics and
reworked it a little.


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