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a land of dying sonnet

in snail-pace schizoid Land of the Dying they sometimes bake schnapps biscuits then throw them to black cat eyeing angels appear asking “what about fiscus ?” they reply “we care not, passings near roof leaks, grass not so glitter green new shoots will bloom, Shangri-La we hear!” “all acts account to day of goodbyes, clean fix broken loo and cement those cracks fill empty birdbath, then plant carnations give your dues, do not frack we account credit and debit, our obligations.” dying embrace living Earth to very end dimensions shake when you do not mend ______—_____—_____________________——

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Rowena Velasco

Date: 7/24/2025 4:48:00 PM

Ghairo, this poem really paints a vivid picture of a world hanging in the balance. I love how you mix everyday details with bigger ideas about care and responsibility. Thought-provoking and real—thanks for sharing!

Ghairo Daniels
Date: 7/24/2025 11:25:00 PM

THANKYOU Rowena. I appreciate your insightful feedback. U read poems very well. Hug, my Sista x.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/23/2025 3:01:00 AM

Interesting lines penned. Yes, the sonnet seems to be dying giving way to a lesser structured form of writing. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Sara K

Ghairo Daniels
Date: 7/24/2025 11:30:00 PM

ThkU for read, Sara K. I don’t perceive the sonnet will ever die out as a form of expression. It gives structure to expression which is important. It will though go into a lull as Consciousness becomes more open & fluid for the new to emerge with more presence. My view is that forms of art expression goes in ebb & flows. Hav a beautiful day/night. X.