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What More Can We Do

Haunted by the death of dreams 
and slaughtering of innocence 
but too afraid to dig up the bones 
and examine our own mistakes, 
we bury our heads instead, 
blindly following greedy leaders 
who give nothing but hollow words  
and meaningless moments of silence.  
I know I’m not the only one asking - 
what more can we do? 

As summer nears, sunlight stirs  
in streams, surprising delicate gardens  
with dreams of daffodils. 
Their bright eyes, wide with secrets, 
suddenly close, and their dainty petals  
wither until they are no more. 
Knowing these last days  
of spring rain will remain, 
summer retreats.
Soon, their daffodil dreams will be  
just a memory.  

After darkness falls, all is numb.  
New roots breeding evergreen  
suddenly turn dry and dull.  
Promises forgotten,  
potential lost to pain -  
tomorrow’s tree weakening.  
The shimmering green of innocence  
is gone, but fiery guns are drawn.  
How can we forget while whipping winds  
constantly howl? How can we only cry  
as hatred’s bullets continue to fly?  

Smoky skies once boisterous and blue  
now choke our most cherished blooms.  
The silence of complacency  
is evil’s sickening laughter,
Do you hear its rifle reloading faster? 

My blue tears turn blood red,  
anger gushes, flooding me  
from sea to dimming sea 
in this vast land of violence versus vulnerability. 
We are no longer free to dream,  
no longer free to tend to our gardens,  
to breathe in and measure  
each miraculous moment, 
to watch our fragile flowers strengthen 
and grow to beautiful heights.    

With head bowed, I listen  
to the silence of my tears falling  
where the flowers once grew. 
I can no longer hear the cries
of the fallen with petals blowing.
I only hear the howling winds   
of this never-ending nightmare, 
and again I ask, 
what more can we do?


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2022


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Date: 6/8/2022 4:03:00 PM

full of foreboding....line by line you aptly draw the images, deftly executed...but as i look out my window i see nothing of this
Date: 6/2/2022 1:21:00 AM

Oh wow, so deserving of POTD, It's a fair question is your title, so many problems throughout the world face us today. I believe its an single mind behind all of it. And its not God, this mind believes he superior.. Poetry like this of yours, should be archived, to show the world in the future we knew all along it was all going wrong.
Date: 6/1/2022 5:46:00 AM

A great write! Congratulations on POTD!
Date: 5/30/2022 12:49:00 PM

I am not sure what we can do, it seems though that many parent's and schools lack the guidance needed with kids today to teach them the value of life and consideration for others. Well penned thoughts for our times.
Date: 5/29/2022 5:53:00 AM

Heartbreaking...when a minority can hold hostage a majority and the cost is the slain bodies of our children...we have reached madness,
Date: 5/28/2022 6:05:00 PM

Rhonda, congratulations on your POTD. May your poignant question linger in our hearts and minds prodding us to think then gather together to blend our suggestions and our thoughts - to create new possibilities, new avenues, for these horrific events truly undermine the spirit and paralyze our hands. Thank you for your thoughts in this power filled poem! Blessings.
Date: 5/28/2022 3:01:00 PM

Congratulations on a greatly deserved POTD selection. Your opening verse is so strong. “Meaningless moments of silence”, is so telling. Do our leaders want a respectable silence for the victims or are they wanting our silence for their continued lack of action. However, to answer your question, I would suggest throwing each and every lobbyist out of D.C. Again, congratulations. John
Date: 5/28/2022 4:17:00 AM

BIG congrats on POTD, Rhonda. Hope we find the answers soon.
Date: 5/28/2022 3:52:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this, exposing a grim reality we must face, and then... by God's grace, do our part as responsible citizens, while pray for His mercy. God bless you.
Date: 5/28/2022 1:03:00 AM

Your wonderful poem speaks to all of us who are asking the same question. I donate. But mostly I pray. I also share news with others. This is an excellent poem being honored with POTD Rhonda. Thank you. Blessings xxoo
Date: 5/27/2022 8:18:00 PM

"What more can we do ?" Instead of "blindly following greedy leaders, and then burying our heads." We need to wake up ! My heart is aching for those dealing with the loss of their loved ones. My eyes are misty. Your thoughts caress softly around me, Rhonda. Congratulations on Poem of the Day. My best to you. Hugs, Brandy
Date: 5/27/2022 4:05:00 PM

God help us all as we look for answers, strive for solutions, hug our loved ones tighter, and as we mourn with those who mourn. Your imagery of gardens, trees, and smoky skies is so effective and powerful. Sobering and thought-provoking question, what more can we do?
Date: 5/27/2022 11:52:00 AM

Oh, this just hits to my heart. You have said what I am feeling. Thank you. Congratulations on this so amazing POTD in honor of what we are losing to our silence with this nightmare.
Date: 5/27/2022 10:17:00 AM

A somber message, It is a heartbreaking message, a nightmare of violence, Congrats on POTD
Date: 5/27/2022 9:12:00 AM

Your poem is so poignant and beautiful. I'm sure Mother Earth would appreciate it, too. I cough now from the smoke of New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado as they burn, and wait to hear blessings to those losing children by gunfire from lawmakers wearing NRA shirts.
Date: 5/27/2022 9:07:00 AM

Each time I see a news of shooting in America, it makes me shiver; how can the most intelligent, most prosperous country in the world be vulnerable to such a silly and avoidable trails. not once, or twice or thrice. The government must look at what needs to be done differently, 'you can't keep doing the same thing and expect different answers. A gun should never be available to anyone who thinks he can afford one.' it has to be used to national courses not personal whims. God Bless America!
Date: 5/27/2022 8:54:00 AM

I am glad to see your heart rendering poem receive POTD dear poetess. You have elegantly and eloquently put into words an otherwise unspeakable pain. xomo
Date: 5/27/2022 8:52:00 AM

Congratulations on your POTD! Your expression of war, the agony and grief of the pain of humanity...resonates "What more can we do" .. :)Paulette
Date: 5/27/2022 8:30:00 AM

I read the computer mnents, your replues, the powerful POTD poem ... And have nothing to add. Guns in too many hands rquals a war as s nseless orcas sensible as Putin's. Shalom shalom in my Savior, Jesus.
Date: 5/27/2022 8:28:00 AM

A beautiful poem, well-written and deserving of this honor. Congratulations on your P.O.T.D.!
Date: 5/27/2022 8:17:00 AM

Congratulation on your POTD win. WOW!!! What a powerful write. Say, I Love You and Hugs are important each day. We never know when our time is up. Heaven is a little fuller. Have a blessed day/weekend..................
Date: 5/27/2022 8:10:00 AM

Powerful and heart wrenching poem of our times, Rhonda. I feel your pain. We can teach our children and grandchildren to be polite and caring, but I too ask myself what more can I do. Congratulations on your POTD honor. Smiles ~ Blessings, Bill
Date: 5/27/2022 7:58:00 AM

Nicely penned Rhonda. Congratulation on POTD honors. When we sell games that promote violence, what else can we expect. We could put prayer back in the schools and discipline back in the home. Children learn by watching adults. It all starts at home! (IMO)
Date: 5/27/2022 7:45:00 AM

Rhonda, Your powerful raw emotions are brilliantly displayed in this beautiful painful poem. Congratulations on poetry of the day. You eloquently describe the horrors within. I too feel -what more can we do? Thank you for exposing your heart and bringing this poem powerful poem forward for all of us to read. In gratitude., Susan
Date: 5/27/2022 7:40:00 AM

Great write , Rhonda, congratulations on POTD.
Date: 5/27/2022 6:41:00 AM

Rhonda, powerful, emotional and wonderfully penned, I do not have children but can only imagine the fear of letting them out the door. Congratulations on receiving the deserving POEM OF THE DAY honor, blessings ~Constance
Date: 5/27/2022 6:40:00 AM

'What more can we do?' Your question is a haunting one, Rhonda. No easy answers... I have my own, as I feel one must do what he/she can to raise a mentally healthy and sound family, and to reject extremists and extremism on the far ends of the political-social-religious spectrum. It is on us sane people to push back hard against the crazies, including those running our governments today. Then after we do what we can, we ask God to intervene on our behalf. ... Congrats on POTD, Rhonda. :) gw
Date: 5/27/2022 6:10:00 AM

It is indeed a painful and brutal reality of our times, you have so eloquently penned, Rhonda. May we have the collective wisdom to erase darkness from the roots, prioritising love over prejudice, ingraining these values in our children and grownups alike ~ congrats on POTD
Date: 5/27/2022 5:28:00 AM

Thank you everyone. I am grateful for TPOD honor but wish I never had to write this poem. As more details come out about the horrors these children suffered, I am more emotional than when I wrote this. I sat in my room and cried after saying goodbye to my sons this morning. It's my job as their mother to keep them safe, and I feel completely helpless when they walk out the door. I can only pray they come home safe. Everyone please hug your children and grandchildren tight. Each day is a gift.
Date: 5/27/2022 5:18:00 AM

Wow!! A powerful, well written poem. Excellent POTD. Congratulations! :)
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