Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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CRISIS WITHOUT RAIN

Leaf Green hills, white islands float
within a blue sea, proud abstracting
power sees the world upside down
lying on its back, mind unstrung
hollow reverberations, distinct feelings
clouded, dilution of emotions
thoughts shaded, as though meaning
has run out, bored, waiting to awaken
in some crisis, without rain, water dry
drought, turning point in dearth, today
Isis, a Jihadist military group, no longer
the wife of Osiris, goddess of fertility
with her solar disc blazing between
her horns, or river Thames running
out to them, war raging on barren
desert sands, we cower now on earth
the sun each hour hotter yet love cold.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. June 27, 2014