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My Religion Is Dying

plastic seas sick and

                         dissipating birdless skies

                           swaddle ash and dust







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bereavementbirdearthenvironmentreligionhaiku

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Anisha Dutta

June 1, 2018 at 10:56 AM

Nicely composed. Best wishes

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

June 1, 2018 at 1:57 PM

Thank you :)) xomo!

Lisa Ricci

April 26, 2018 at 6:15 AM

Good Morning Maureen. You have named this entry perfectly. The format is well done and true to the voice and tone. You make the reader pause with the message. May this day find you well.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

April 26, 2018 at 7:25 AM

Good morning to you Lisa, thank you for your kind words, I read a lovely poem by you this morning, I'm doubly touched by skywatcher today :) warm wishes for a wonderful day xomo

James Swartz

April 21, 2018 at 7:45 PM

Ash and dust as we lose the beauty around us but we will always have your wisdom and wit Maureen.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

April 22, 2018 at 6:18 AM

Thank you James, we and will and always together with my wisdom and wit, Oh, speechless, I'm just repeating what you wrote. Wow. Thank you <3

Pashang Salehi

April 21, 2018 at 11:47 AM

We have the same religion....

Pashang Salehi

April 26, 2018 at 1:20 AM

For years, I was the moderator of a club called the F.U.T.U.R.E club. It was the acronym for Future Understanding Through Unity Reflecting Environment. We the members planted more than 2000 trees and cleaned so many beaches and etc....Hope we are not too late.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

April 22, 2018 at 6:08 AM

Amen! Spring has just arrived with force today, I can hear our church bells ringing: the birds singing :) Blessings Pashang, xomo!