Death and destruction can only be spun so many ways

Ukraine claims to have destroyed XXX tanks

and to have killed YYY Russian soldiers

Russia claims their losses are much less

Russian TV calls the war a military operation

aimed at liberating Ukrainians from Nazi rule

Americans are told that Ukraine resistance is forcing Russians to retreat

mostly because we supplied them with expensive weapons to fight

we are entertained with video clips showing Russian tanks blown up

it looks just like a video game where we can celebrate a win for our team

nobody ever mentions that a Russian tank crew just got incinerated

Americans are told that we are imposing severe sanctions to force Putin to stop the war

Russians are told that the West is trying to destroy Russia through sanctions

so many different versions of the truth

and so many different news outlets peddling the different versions

war rages on social media

propaganda wars rage between governments

meanwhile war rages on the battlefield and in civilian areas

troops on both sides are being killed in action

innocent civilians are the collateral damage in this conflict

to those impacted directly it is a total nightmare

does the mother of a fallen soldier care about which version of the truth is true

do the families of slain civilians care about which version of the truth is true

death and destruction can only be spun so may ways

Making new memories

Sadness clung to her like an indelible stain

She could not shake it off

Mourning the loss of her husband

After a long loving marriage

Sleeping was a real nightmare

Waking up was worse

The empty pillow stared at her in mute silence

Her thoughts grew weary from lack of sharing

Mornings were particularly hard

Setting the breakfast table for two

Then realizing he will never again be at the table

Friends did call on her for support

Their kindness was lost inside the chasm occupying her heart

Morning walks were lonely affairs

Her hand instinctively reaching out

To that empty space on her left side

Shopping was a painful activity

While searching the shelves for essentials

Some items literally screamed at her

Things she used to buy for him

She found it very hard to cook for one

After decades of portioning for two

Dinner was so lacking in conversation

She started talking out loud

Answering her own questions

Mimicking his views and expressions

This daily routine seemed endless

Suddenly it all changed

Her husband came to her in a dream one night

Telling her to replace the sadness in her heart

With the memories of their happy adventures

She started to smile again

Every waking moment became a joy to behold

She found the key to release her captive loneliness

She became a social queen

Hosting lively dinner parties

Holding court at the table

Proudly sharing her old memories whilst making new ones

Unlimited visiting rights

John collected stuff all his life

He filled his garage with stuff

Parking his car in the driveway

Filling his attic with stuff

Then he stopped going up in the attic

He filled his basement with boxes of stuff

Moving the boxes around to make passageways

When he had no more room in his home for his stuff

He decided to rent a storage unit

He had unlimited visiting rights

So he could take more stuff there at any time of night or day

Somedays he would just visit and go through his boxes of stuff

Finding things he had forgotten he owned

He never threw items away or donated stuff

He could not face the prospect of selling stuff and having somebody else own it

So he kept renting bigger storage units

His storage rental cost became greater than the mortgage on his home

John spent most of his time at the storage unit

With occasional visits to his home

Eventually John passed away and his kids sold the house

His stuff all went into dumpsters

The new owner of his house looked in awe at all the storage space in the garage, attic and basement

He started to acquire lots of stuff to fill those spaces

Eventually he had to rent a storage unit just like John

With unlimited visiting rights

Pea soup and tea lattes

I woke up to dense fog today

it reminded me of English weather

back in the days when coal was burned

in homes factories and power stations

the smoke from burned coal

would react with the fog

to create a dense blanket called smog

it was real health hazard

many people suffered respiratory distress

driving was very dangerous

as visibility was severely reduced

multiple pile ups were common

I remember walking to school in the smog

with a scarf over my face

struggling to see across the road

suffering smog induced asthma attacks

it was particularly bad in cities

the fog also trapped vehicle emissions

it could hang around for days

you could easily get lost in it

George Gershwin wrote a song about it

a foggy day in London town

some perceived foggy days as romantic

describing them as pea soupers

during the great London smog of 1952

more than 10,000 people died

and many more got sick

it was a huge environmental disaster

eventually the government woke up

coal burning was gradually fazed out

smog has since become less dense

Starbucks now sell tea lattes called London fog

Remember the fallen soldiers

The cornfield looks disheveled

Prized corn freshly harvested

Tracks from the machinery

Brown foliage and broken stalks

Irrigation machinery lays idle

Having yielded their fruits

Plants are doomed to shrivel and die

Preserving the nutrients in the soil

Later the dry stalks are cut and removed

Opening up the field to full view

Void of all plant and animal life

Bare naked ground offers no cover

The field lays empty all winter

Lashed by rain and snow

Frozen on bitter cold dark nights

Raked by plows in the spring

Soon it will be time for planting

The farmer prays for good weather

Not too much rain he hopes

Young plants emerge

Growing fast in the early summer sun

Long hot summer is here at last

The baked ground irrigated daily

The corn field is full and proud

Soon it will be harvest time

Giant monster machines arrive

Roaming through the fields

Like marauding soldiers

With no resisting enemy

Eating up the corn husks

Pausing occasionally

To empty their bellies

into waiting trucks

The corn is quickly hauled off

A few days later

The battlefield lies silent

Slain corn plants litter the ground

Like fallen forgotten soldiers

The fresh corn is now at market

Soon to be served on plates

Or processed into food

Next time you eat fresh corn

Remember the fallen soldiers

Road trip

Road trips are so much fun

A change of scenery for a while

See some new places

Visit old friends

Make some new ones

Check out the countryside

See how others live

Take a different road

Make a wrong turning

Get lost

Blame GPS

Blame your spouse

Spouse blames you

Fight over directions

Cannot find a bathroom

Bladder pain excruciating 

Dingy gas station

Filthy bathroom

No choice

Instant relief

No washing facilities

Empty bottle of hand sanitizer

Time to eat lunch

Nowhere nice to picnic

Eat in the car

Spill drinks everywhere

Open case for change of clothes

Not PBJ sandwiches again

Drop sandwich between seats

Start of another science experiment

Rolling again

Bored with Sirius radio

Books on tape playing

Depressing book

All doom gloom and suffering

Tune to a local radio station

Music is very cheesy

DJ spouts conspiracy theories

We must be in a bad place

People look so strange here

All driving pickups

Probably all armed militia

Our Lexus looks out of place

We could be murdered

No stopping

Drive faster

No eye contact with other drivers

Who decided on this road trip

Never again

Beach Day

Beach day

At day at the beach planned

Picnic basket prepared

Towels and sunscreen packed

Beach chairs and umbrellas ready

Load up the car and go

Kids bursting with excitement

Parking a short walk from the beach

Dad does the heavy lifting

The kids carrying buckets and spades

Finding the perfect spot

Setting up the umbrella for shade

A stiff breeze off the ocean

Kids playing in the sand

Time for a nap in the beach chair

A few hours later everybody is hungry

Time to break out the picnic

The wind is blowing harder

But we are still having fun

I am handed a plate of food

Fresh sandwiches and cake

It looks very appetizing

I am salivating in anticipation

I bite into the sandwich

Horror of horrors it tastes gritty

Sand blown all over my sandwich

I try to wipe it off to no avail

Sand is blowing everywhere

Its in my eyes now too

Time to abandon the beach day

The kids complain about leaving

Heavy traffic all the way home

The kids start fighting in the car

Arrive home tired and grumpy

Sand is traipsed through the house

I jump in the shower and scrub

A large pool of sand forms on the shower floor

It refuses to wash into the drain

Why did I ever think beach days were fun

Beautiful day

Beautiful day

Clear skies

Birds sing

Fluffy clouds

No rain

Gentle breeze

Pregnant pause

Winds roar

Racing clouds

Darkness looming

Roaring thunder

Blackness descends

Howling winds

Rustling leaves

Trees swaying

Birds silent

Crashing thunder

Lightening flash

Torrential rain

Instant flooding

Angry skies

Booming thunder

Lightening strikes

Torrential downpour

Floods everywhere

Rain stops

Still sounds

Steam rising

Floods subside

Clouds disperse

Blue skies

Birds sing

Beautiful day