The reign of our food
is clouded with foes.
I won’t dig into
the cons and cheap pros
or theories that spread
like diseases and woes.
Just one simple question:
Do we care to know
and feed ourselves fully,
so good things may grow?
—
A Quadrille using the word “cloud” (clouded here) written for
dVerse.
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I liked the rhyme and the idea of feeding oneself fully so good things may grow.
Yes, I like the rhythm too. And the question at the end makes one reflect. 🙂
The reign of our food is clouded with foes…..feed ourselves fully, so good things may grow?
I never thought about it quite like that before – interesting and strong
YES. Good stuff in, good stuff out. For sure. Love this.
iN original greek definition,,
the term apocalypse means
lifting the veils of ignorance..
and those are
mighty
heavy
clouds
that are not
getting much
lighter these days
sTiLL Dark aS oWning ways..:)
Ah, food for thought…