every tear
is wept
in black
and tears
there are
so many
cried dry
there is an absence
here
of water
day
is night
the night
is day
running red
in anger
stand
and watch
that is all
that we can bring
ourselves
to do
for the sky
is raining fire
and the earth
beneath our feet
has sacrificed
all that it had
in vapour
green
there is no green
no more
only this dust
that was
a forest
was it
yesterday
was it just
yesterday
I suppose
there must be rain
somewhere
perhaps
it falls
in plenty
I could pray
and
I would pray
for a wind
to blow it closer
but the only wind
like
the only prayer
is just a fan
to build
more fire
I shed
another streaky tear
a dry river
and I let it mark
my face
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It’s awful, Frank. Hope you’re all safe.
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Near but not close, Mick. Our turn is coming and inevitable. The weekend will be horrific and the summer has long to run.
There’s no putting them out until significant rain – everywhere.
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Can’t think of anything to say except stay alert and stay safe. It just seems so desperately inadequate.
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Thank you Mick. Nothing is adequate. We are a Christmas Tree country at the moment.
All our lights blazing.
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Such justified anguish
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Thanks Derrick. The air is full of the fires, in every sense and it is not possible to avoid pondering.
Very gloomy.
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😦
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Your poem expresses the feelings that weigh heavily on many of us Australians this new year.
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Be safe, Suzanne. These are not good days.
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No fires anywhere near here though it’s very dry. I hope you are in a safe place.
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I’m good, at present, Suzanne, but I don’t think we’ll escape. This is the season of our burning and it’s more a case of seeing what is left in the aftermath, I think.
Sorry to be a pessimist, but I do wish you good things in the coming year and safety in the now.
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I have no words . . .
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Thank you Liz.
I hope your New Year is better and best.
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Thank you, Frank. You have many, many people hoping yours will be better.
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Cheers, Liz. Thanks again.
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🙂
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Be safe, Frank.
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You too Cage. I’ll hold hands with you across the chasm, for mutual support.
Happy New Year.
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My heart aches for you all! Praying and hoping for rain for your land. “Showers of blessing” they would be.
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Yes, they would, Christine.
Thank you and for all your support.
I hope yours is a wonderful New Year.
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