Once there is… (poetry)

Once there is

A loss of hope

It can get strained

And hard to cope

These dark times

In which we find

Ourselves, and what

Thoughts are in mind

But I think of what

Is yet to pass

While all I see

Is a growing farce

I would like a bit of sensible.

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(c) K Wicks

Rhyme and Reason

Maya in motion…

I love trying to get photographs of my dog, she doesn’t make it easy by any stretch. If I am taking pictures of something else, she gives me space. But when we are playing outside and she becomes the subject, she either looks away, moves, or runs towards me. So just after I throw the ball and just before she reaches me are my moments of opportunity. Here are a few of our recent shots…

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(c) K Wicks

 

 

At this time… (poetry)

At this time

It can be hard

Seeing the need

To be on guard

Making you feel

Lost and confused

It’s by design

You’re being abused

While they scrabble

For more control

Reality

It takes its toll

What next they’ll do

I can’t quite tell

But every day

Brings fresh new hell

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(c) K Wicks

Rhyme and Reason