The Good News: harvest is done. Except for baling. Stacking. Hauling.
Essentially harvest is done. Fields empty of crop. Bins and bags filled.
Everyone takes a collective breath. Breathe. Stand back. Done.
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The Bad News: terror comes home. Can’t go overseas to fight, so here.
Cars as weapons. Gunshots on Parliament Hill. Lock down. LOCK DOWN!
Across the country a collective gasp. Silence. Sit back. It is here. Home.
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No News: we carry on. One step in front of another. Another day lived.
We pray. We cry. We rant. We rally. We stand. Silent. In awe of both.
Good news. Bad news. Collective stories, without balance, but some hope.
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My post harvest return to @dVerse for Poetics with Mary. It is fitting, perhaps, that it is a news day here on the farm and also internationally for my country. Balance. Faith. Hope. Horror. Disbelief. Good thing we have poetry to turn to.
Side note: I tried a new thing, QR code poetry. Check it out on Twitter here:
@dVersePoets @QRTimes #micropoetry #QRpoetry Something fun. pic.twitter.com/dDu1VnVwl5
— Shanyn Silinski (@MysticShanyn) October 17, 2014
(just scan with a reader and enjoy!)
Sunflower Poetry 