Dark days ahead; dark days behind...

Today I sit at my computer wondering what in the world to write.  But everything I read about writing says the same thing.  One must sit down daily and write, anything, or nothing at all, if the muse is not working, but at least make the time and make it regular.  Since I’m very much a routine person, this should be easy for me…but it’s not.  Other things have crowded my plate of  “must-dos”…e.g. I just finished paying bills after having put it off for two days – it’s nothing that can wait, at least if I want my credit rating to remain good…

…which brings me to another subject which has me stewing a bit.  And that’s the national debt ceiling, so much in the news lately.  This shouldn’t be that difficult, especially since President Obama made his original offer something that Republicans in the past would have died for!  But not these Republicans.  No, these Republicans like to play the role of the obstinate two-year-old who says “no” just because he can, who has no other motive than to exert his power.  There can’t be any other reason that the Republican controlled House won’t accept their Speaker’s proposal – from their own party for heaven sakes!

But that’s the problem, the Republican party is really not one party any more.  The so-called “tea party” has taken over this nation – and many states as well – Kansas is one of them.  Kansas politics, however, is fodder for another day’s entry.

It’s getting hard to stomach – this “tyranny” of the rich and few.

Reminds me of another infamous era in our nation’s history –Are we headed for another Depression Era? What will we call it, Depression 2?  As in a movie sequel? Where is democracy? 

Here’s a poem I wrote quite awhile ago centered around the dust bowl time.

Dust Bowl Dirge

Sadistic, it tortures one’s

nerves until erosion

creates craziness.  Days and

nights of howling and hissing

through cracks in doors

and window panes.  Grains

of earth’s surface settle

upon tables and damp cotton tea towels

covering the cribs.  Bleached white

tea towels blackened by persistence. 

No one knows when it will cease or if.

Hope is a fossil, a dinosaur

embedded in the layers of landscape

carried by this cruel wind.