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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

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Imaginary Garden With Real Toads



Nature procreates
mindlessly
with no regard for the numbers
or the consequences.
I know some peeps like that too.

Bathing in their own pious disregard--
the stink of the river still on them,
as Gaia's icy tears
cascade into the sea.

And I thought I heard her whisper:
There's only one of me...
and far too many of you.
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  1. Sherry Blue SkyAugust 16, 2016 at 10:40 AM

    Whoa, this one hits me exactly where I live.....only one of her, way too many of us. Beautiful and effective image of her icy tears - melting faster than we can record it. Great poem, Timo.

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  2. brudbergAugust 16, 2016 at 11:37 AM

    Indeed... we are like lice on a great dog... and one day when we have sucked enough blood... the dog will shake us off.

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  3. ^.^August 16, 2016 at 2:25 PM

    Awesome poem, AZ poet Timoteo. Cat.

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    1. TimoteoAugust 16, 2016 at 6:55 PM

      Ahhhh...now where's that catnip? Here kitty...

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  4. colleenAugust 16, 2016 at 5:34 PM

    Thanks for giving her voice.

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  5. Dr. Vandana SharmaAugust 16, 2016 at 10:54 PM

    Nature's plight :(

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  6. Kerry O'ConnorAugust 17, 2016 at 9:34 AM

    You hit the nail right on the head, Tim.

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  7. Susie ClevengerAugust 17, 2016 at 11:40 AM

    Oh wow! Truth spoken so poetically.

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  8. AnonymousAugust 17, 2016 at 2:32 PM

    Thank you for a voice. Appreciate this.

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    1. TimoteoAugust 17, 2016 at 11:59 PM

      A voice that's getting louder with each passing day.

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  9. MarianAugust 19, 2016 at 8:28 AM

    Ah... yeah. Just keep on mindlessly, people.

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    1. TimoteoAugust 19, 2016 at 8:41 AM

      As long as it feels good...we gonna do it :)

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