War

A cloud bursts, and the earth drinks -- the sun shines, and the earth ripens; the moon, sanctuary of werewolves and Love, keeps alive our fictions.

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Bill Baker

Date: 7/17/2025 6:09:00 PM

Touching words, Joe. This was very thought-provoking for me. Thanks for sharing your poetry with us, my friend. Bill

Joe Dimino
Date: 7/17/2025 8:38:00 PM

Hi Bill; thank you so much. So pleased you could get something of value from this work. I keep at it. Blessings my friend.

Joe Maverick

Date: 7/17/2025 2:51:00 PM

How we love our fictions Joe Dimino.' The last line ties it up very strong.'

Joe Dimino
Date: 7/17/2025 8:41:00 PM

Hi Joe; even when fighting for a good, just cause -- there is no love when you take out a rival -- may not feel hate, apathy maybe? One just doesn't allow himself to feel. A job has to be done. Blessings my friend.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/17/2025 6:51:00 AM

Such an interesting write! “of werewolves and Love” This is a winner in my book. A fave!

Joe Dimino
Date: 7/17/2025 6:54:00 AM

Thank you, Kim; made my day. Have a wonderful writing day! Blessings.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/16/2025 3:22:00 PM

There was a Tina Turner song, 'What's Love Got to Do with it?' I was thinking of that title for this piece: 'What's War Got to Do with It?' The 'natural' world will continue her functions with or without the distractions provided by humans... Just a thought. ~ gw

Joe Dimino
Date: 7/16/2025 3:51:00 PM

And rats and roaches will be here long after we have destroyed ourselves. It won't be the first time. I hear you, Gershon. No easy answers.