An apocalyptic orange glow hangs heavy in the air
reflecting on everything which the light touches.
But the surreal haze that hangs heavy on my heart
obscures the flow of inspiration.
A new shade of grief
coloring a world in which one must choose between
political, economic, climate, medical, or personal crises;
yet only over one of these do we have any individual control.
Constantly in a state of taking the edge off the state of the world,
coping becomes the new survival,
calling us time and again to the altars of grief and intimacy.
Baring our souls to reveal the core of our humanity,
buried beneath centuries of social constructs and material progress
Stripping away the layers
until we become naked poems
reading each other
in the glow of a red sun.
© Del Phoenix 2021
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It was hard to get my comment through. But I want to tell you how powerful this was to me and wondered if I could share it in my writers circle. Thank you. Michele
Absolutely and Thank you!