Mike Bayles Poet Other

Daily Wars : Palindrome

morning shadows
storm and clouds
temperatures fall
I stumble
through the house
television plays
rhetoric
I get ready
the day calls
traffic jam
horns blast
somewhere
bombs explode
conflict
a constant circle
conflict 
horns blast
bombs explode
somewhere
traffic jam
the day calls
I get ready
rhetoric
television plays
through the house
I stumble
temperature fall
storm and clouds
morning shadows

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Gershon Wolf March 19, 2026 at 8:19 PM With a master's touch, Mike. Three cheers. ~ gw

Anne Winter March 13, 2026 at 8:20 PM The world is getting depressing day by day. I like your writing style. Best, Anne

Paige Hind March 12, 2026 at 11:33 AM Sometimes I struggle with depression so I can relate. Great work :)

Andrea Dietrich March 12, 2026 at 12:09 AM Oh this style you have used so much in the past. I really like it

Ghairo Daniels March 11, 2026 at 4:58 PM A good capture of run along thoughtforms as morning shadows rise and fall, Mike, showing how war with bombs have almost become routine & mundane. Know that it is a phase we are moving through as long as we stay awake & not slumber. Blessings for your offerings here. X.