These Times

~ Candace

These Times

 

I roll my eyes and clench my fists –

watch the news until I can endure no more.

Truth has abandoned society and

left us with madness.

It is the worst of times.

Then the hoot of a barred owl in the woods

calls me to leave it all behind, to

sit outside, to bathe in moonbeams

and breath deeply.

It is the best of times.

 

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13 thoughts on “These Times”

  2. So beautifully said, Candy. The world is watching and it hurts. Nature can always be trusted to tell us the truth. Thank goodness there’s a haven.

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  8. An interesting allusion to Dickens, Candy, comparing ‘these times’ to the French Revolution, another time of madness in human history. I too ‘roll my eyes and clench my fists – watch the news until I can endure no more’. I love ‘the hoot of a barred owl in the woods calls me to leave it all behind’, that nature always reminds us of the beautiful and the good.

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  13. I love the narrator’s optimism at the end of the poem. Now is the best of times. That does not mean it is easy. We live in a difficult world with so many problems, but there are so many people working to make the world safe for everyone and that level of cooperation has never happened before.

    Thank you for your poem. -a.

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