directions to self, and you, if you wish.
Stop imbibing Trumpian news.
Take only one small sip per day.
Think revel instead of wallow.
Revel in sunshine, a best seller book.
Walk outside breathing in fresh air,
plan for someone’s birthday surprise.
Arrange day trips away from news.
If you ruminate, Trump wins.
Do your small part pf course.
One political post per day.
Donate to a cause.
But do not allow him to fester in your brain,
to loose fistulas of lies that chafe,
clouding your eyes to the joys nearby.
Take care of your mental health.
That is of prime importance in these days of . . .
well, I don’t know what they are of.
But that’s the point.
It’s our task to define them.
To decide how we change them.
How we live and love in them.
And God knows, we must.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe! Today Dora asks us to write a poem using an imperative….a demand of sorts.
Photo from a spring walk last year along the Charles River. A habitual dog walker often takes a rest at this bench….always makes me smile. We need more smiles these days.
lillian the home poet 