as earth cleanses itself
blusterous winds howl
witless souls run from their souls
with nowhere special to go
with the gloaming came
silence
darkness, and
dread
silence of refuge
silence of silence
earth spins without grief
© Eugenia Hoffman
Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to follow her dreams by doing things she enjoys…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry, and encouraging others to pursue their goals. Eugenia’s writing and creative endeavors can be found at her blogs, Eugi’s Causerie I and Eugi’s Causerie II, where she has gathered a following of kindred souls who share her passion for writing. Eugenia has authored Fanciful Delights and Mama, me and Mother Nature. She is also a published author on Spillwords, PoetrySoup, and beBee.com.
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Earth sound without grief, this is an excellent poem
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Thank you, Sadje! 💖
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You’re welcome 😉
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Oh wow – fabulous write!
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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A wondrous piece of imagery Eugenia..
Yes we are refugees of earth, as she silently and continuously spins, no matter the directions of the winds that fill the earthlings sails. 💙🌏
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Thank you, Ivor!
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