A KINDNESS REVOLUTION

What does a Wild Woman do

when the news continues to astound,

humans committing atrocities

on other humans, bombs dropping
all around,
all manner of suffering and trouble,

women and children starving

in the rubble?

We need a Kindness Revolution, she sighs,

pouring a second glass of wine,

because one doesn't do it any more.

(She knows that is a very

slippery slope. Don't worry.
She is wise.)

She turns off the news.

She would like to write a poem

that inspires hope, lifts hearts.

But she is so freaking tired.
She is old.

She has lived several ages,
truth be told,
but never one so toxic
and so cold.

It's the opposite of
 a Kindness Revolution.

But she has always

Lived In Hope,

so that stubborn flame is

flickering still.
Wild Woman believes
in evolution/revolution;
 always will.
(Give peace a chance.
War is over
if you want it.
Let's keep singing it
Until.)

What we have is today:

brilliant November sunshine,

wild waves and Stellar jays,

hope and grief all mixed together,

because this is where we're at:
inclement weather.

Wild Woman is grateful:

for another generation rising -

(May they be brave!) - for dogs

with wagging tails and smiling eyes.

For Mother Earth, with her trees,

and clouds, her ever-changing skies,

struggling so valiantly to survive,

on which we're blessed

to still be here,
still dreaming,

still alive!

In all the discord,

what does a Wild Woman do?

She prays, she hopes, she dreams.

 Sometimes she cries.

She writes poems of peace

and struggles to be wise,

stretches her rubber soul

to hold both hope and sorrow,
goes to bed and

prays for a Revolution

of Human Consciousness

on the morrow.

for Susan's prompt at What's Going On - Revolution.