For Dave


Misanthropy

A squall's blown up out to the west.
The weather radar indicates it won't
Be drifting over here. This bluff still
Will receive the sun, and I can sprawl
Upon this chair a few steps from
The swimming pool, so much at peace
As I can get myself to be these days.
I've read of squalls beyond my sight,
The endless wars our hormone-addled
Leaders say we have to fight,
The gradual immiseration of those
Who must punch a clock, the incomes
That they earn directed to the pockets
Of the rich. These larger storms
Approach, I know, and they'll destroy
My peace of mind. As nature gently
Coddles me, I'm roughed up by
Mankind.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-15 at 17:33

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Helen Paquin
Amen. so right. Well said.
2017-06-16


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep! I'm familiar with squalls... both kinds. I'd rather have natures wrath than mankinds insanity. At least there's honest energy and resolution to a weather squall. Great write, Larry.
2017-06-16


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Larry, bravo.
Ken
2017-06-15