A better place

The Oracle has her work cut out for her, to create a little optimism.

A better place

Who are these people who want?
To be, to have something different?
Refugees from themselves, ship-searching,
looking for an ocean of their own creation.

There is bitterness in this dawn
that drips with cold mist,
the kind that rots and rusts
even the brightest things.

They tell me there’s an entity
up there in the sky or down in the cool earth,
a mother watching, guiding.
I think I feel her presence, a mother screaming.

Perhaps the sun rises for this,
to end these mad dreams,
to dry up the mists that hide what’s really there,
the fallen trees, the orange decomposition of leaves cars.

Only when the storm dies
do we hear the sea whisper, of blue and better times,
a place where the only pounding is the surf,
and spring is soft rain and apple blossom.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “A better place”

  1. Beautifully done.
    I thought I was going to write a cadralor, but then I didn’t. 🙂
    We had the same mood, and many of the same words. You also used some of the words that I had but didn’t use like rust. And weirdly (or not), my first draft had “mothers scream.” The Oracle knows.

    1. The anger is necessary, and I don’t follow the opinion that we place too much emphasis on what’s wrong and should concentrate on the random ‘heartwarming’ incidents that are also going on. When the heartwarming stuff balances out the evil stuff, maybe I’ll change my mind.

      1. Exactly. Yet we’re supposed to take it as a reason to party when one kid is saved from a pedophile ring that involved dozens. Or in the war that has destroyed an entire country, some soldier saves a cat.

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