I have chosen to write a double nonet poem in the 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 syllabic format, reflecting on the state of the world.
Tipping Point
Oceans rise with a wounded, boiling grief,
forests burn, giving way to dry bone,
plastic tides choke breath from the shore,
storms rage in silent cities,
truth flickers in the dark,
hope wears a thin thread,
nations divide,
hearts grow
cold.
Wait—
a spark,
one kind word,
seeds in scorched soil,
small hands holding hands,
a march of voices rising,
healing sung through shattered windows,
light spilling back into the broken world.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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Hi Brenda this is amazing you tell it like it is and then with hope your turn it all around bravo this is wonderful 💜💖💖
Heart felt words Brenda 💕
This is breathtaking—a raw, urgent cry for the world that still finds beauty in resilience. The shift from despair to defiant hope gives me chills. Even in the breaking, there is mending. A powerful reminder that light persists, often in the smallest, bravest acts. Nice poem Brenda 🌷🤝🌱✨
A very moving poem
Thank-you, Sadje
You’re welcome
A bleak picture you paint, and you spark hope in the dark.
Thank-you