Living in dreamland
by Elouise
Larger than life
Incapable of death
Colors that never fade
Every leaf and blade
Rooted in the good earth
Beneath an autumn-blue sky
What more could we want?
My computer greets me daily
With dreams of yesterday
One following another
Minus the everyday pain of
Weather out of control
Pandemic out of control
War as a chess game out of control
Strength to live into tomorrow
Fades into preferred backdrops
Of a picture-perfect world
Known only in photos and dreams
No, I haven’t gone sour on beautiful landscapes. And yes, I still love Longwood Gardens!
Nonetheless, the contrast between daily world news photos, and what pops up on my computer wallpaper each day sometimes makes me cringe.
Where am I? Where do I want to be? Where am I afraid to go? Why am I mesmerized by these lovely photos of what we call ‘the good earth’? Especially now, in a world seemingly addicted to warfare and continuing violence to ourselves and others.
The pandemic isn’t just about Covid. It’s also about what’s happening to land, forests, water, soil, air, inner cities, and isolated rural communities struggling to keep going.
Today, my prayers are for every child, teenager and adult gifted with knowledge, humility, a vision for the whole (not just isolated pieces of reality), and stamina for what lies ahead.
Thanks for stopping by and doing what you can to get involved.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 21 February 2022
Photo found at pinterest.com
nicely conched
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I’m speechless! (conched?) It sounds like a compliment. If it isn’t, you’ll have to let me know! 🙂
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it was a kudo. however, my kudos seem conched from left field.
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from what i ve looked up online as to conched, it is a shell or a shape. so in fact, your prose was shaped to a pleasing form. far above the standard norm.
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on the other hand i may have meant couching. my mother , too did malaprop. oops!
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