Two Days...

paulandrewrussell
Sep 17, 2023
1 min read

We had a two day summer this year;

The rest of the time it rained

In all my sixty one years

I cannot explain

What is happening.

I can surmise

When the golden sunrise

And a Caspian blue sky

Interminably die.

They're at it again

With their chemical planes,

Trails in the sky

Willing us to die.

But I'm just a conspiracy theorist.

I'm crazy.

I trust my eyes, my ears, my brain,

Summers are no longer the same.

They manipulate our minds.

They manipulate our truths.

They manipulate our emotions.

They manipulate our weather.

We are in the middle of a war

Most people don't see.

I will never surrender.

Not ever.

Not me.

6 Comments

gangulisumana60

Sep 18, 2023

In our place there's only hot summer. One season. Sigh.

paulandrewrussell

Sep 18, 2023

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I must say, I like the usually changeable weather here in the UK.

wildwomantwo

Sep 17, 2023

I resonate with this poem, my friend. It causes me such distress to see all that is going on that is so WRONG. I just keep looking up at that blue sky, that has gotten me through my life, hoping it will stay friendly. Lovely to read you, Paul.

paulandrewrussell

Sep 18, 2023

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Yes, my friend. I remember when the skies were blue for most of the summer. Now it's just hazy cloud and rain.

dixibear

Sep 17, 2023

We definitely are in the middle of a war -- a war of survival. We need to change things in a hurry if there is any hope at all. A two-day summer is frightening! Glad to see you again, Paul! Mary

paulandrewrussell

Sep 18, 2023

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I agree, Mary. They have pulled out all the stops recently. It appears anything goes in their pursuit of power, money and control.

Good to see you too, Mary.