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Taking Care

The wind has blown hard all day and pivots torn leaves around wounded trees. It possesses no pity but follows a mindless command to play out its might. The world is so. Regardless it goes its way and blinds with both beauty and disease, pauses a living breath to marvel at creation or stops it dead by an accident. Faced with such vagaries, with suffering, with no answers, what is there to do but care.

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David Kavanagh

Date: 10/22/2024 11:49:00 AM

You certainly delve deep into the apparent meaningless of nature here Paul, is it all random chaos til we come along and try bring a sense of order to the world, then one day perhaps some (accident) or asteroid slams into the planet and stops us dead in its tracks, it’s all pretty bonkers isn’t it, best just enjoy whilst we can, brilliant existential poem with no angst, just acceptance, cheers David

Paul Willason
Date: 10/26/2024 9:38:00 AM

Hi David, sorry for name typo in my original reply...fingers disconnected from old brain. Forgive me...regards

Paul Willason
Date: 10/23/2024 9:58:00 PM

You never know Daniel, the peeling away may eventually lead to an inner core. Trying to make sense of things often gives rise to the thought of a shared journey and the need for compassion. Many thanks for kind words and support my friend.

John Lawless

Date: 10/22/2024 6:13:00 AM

that final verse sums up the dilemma of doubt and answers the question "who cares"...nicely done Paul

Paul Willason
Date: 10/23/2024 9:53:00 PM

Call to compassion I guess...thankyou John for reading and commenting. Valued.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 10/22/2024 3:53:00 AM

The word 'mindless' hits so hard. All the effort & energy that goes into making sense of things where there is none. I'm carried away into the inevitability of the end of human life just as leaves fall from trees, all that differs is perception & time & idea of the importance of final days - which we don't assign to leaves leaving trees. Like the idea of crushing an ant we don't even see. The 'mindless' where the implications of what doesn't matter can become extreme. Thought provoking Paul!

Paul Willason
Date: 10/23/2024 9:51:00 PM

Do hope the thoughts the poem provoked weren't too dark...not intentional, more a reflection on how we should cultivate compassion in the face of the vagaries of the world and the unanswerable questions that arise. Thanks DD for entering the poem and offering your reflections....so much appreciated. Take care