Mass upheaval
A new madness on the march
intent on a deadly swath across the land.
Flexing power, thought long gone.
Terror now reins
unsettling time and space
Stuffing all through the eyes of this unforgiving storm
I wait, with tentative hopes for spring
Pat
3/8/22
For quadrille (a 44wordpoem) night over at dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt offered was “Eye”. Björn is hosting. To part take, or just read go here
thoughts and entanglements 
I pray for that mad storm to be over. I too hope for spring.
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This whole thing is stressing me out way more than I realized. Here’s hoping for cooler heads. Thanks for stopping by Grace.
Pat
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Wowza, this is amazing! Especially, “thought long gone”…
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Thank you Rhen🙂
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Most welcome 🙂
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It’s hard not to be stressed I think…who knows what Putin will do? And in the meantime, too much suffering to digest. (K)
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I shift from the news…every now and then… doesn’t work though.
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It’s impossible to suddenly pretend it’s not happening.
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True..
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Wow, Pat, this is dark… So well written! I share your hope.
-David
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I was hoping for things not to be so…but it just spilled out as am hoping for a turnabout.
Pat
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It has now been two weeks almost… and it’s already starting to feel normal… so scarey
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Crazy times…I hope never normal. But only time will tell.
Pat
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You wonder how long a storm can last. Great writing, Pat!
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Like all things, this one will last until it ends. Hope we don’t all end with it.
Thank you Sara.
Pat
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You reflect on the thoughts going through my head too. Well-written, Pat. I hope we survive it.
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Thank you Susie.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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