Sunrise And Sundown

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world’s problems at once but don’t ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own.”

– Michelle Obama

“Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.”

–Thich Nhat Hanh

“Hope is the companion of power, and mother of success; for who so hopes strongly has within him/her the gift of miracles.”

– Samuel Smiles

To read Irene’s new poem Sunrise And Sundown click:

Sunrise And Sundown

by Irene Fowler

Nearing lights-out for the human race
I pray for enough time to adjust my pedestrian pace
Riding high on raw instinct and pure ozone
Checking out to friendlier zones.


Leaving behind the clutter and clatter
Human essential baggage, ceases to matter
Escaping sundry baited traps and climbing to easier climes
If only in my mind. One critical, determined step at at a time.


Mother earth rebels against insult, chaos, and abuse
Dire warnings, code-red alerts – no longer of any use
As mad men glibly dangle the threat to go nuclear
The near-apocalyptic vision, could not be simpler or clearer.


Prepare to be shocked; expect the unexpected
Complexities, not to be trifled with, demanding deepest respect
Adversarial, unfavourable, and hostile powerful forces, connect and intersect
Clueless global leaders are not up to speed, and fall short of every spec.


Dumbed-down, beleaguered, soporific humanity
Ill-prepared, desensitised and close to mass insanity
Take to acts of wild, feral, orgiastic violence and anarchy
The writing is on the wall for seeing eyes, cos one plus one – never equals three.


The centre no longer holds
Scary signs of the stormy, seismic end-times, I am told
Still believing in amazing miracles, I batten down
Welcoming each and every; pregnant sunrise and sundown.


© 2022 by Irene Fowler

About wordcloud9

Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for the past 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
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