mama done told me
it was yesteryear
the memory clear
a sense of déjà vu
the world in throes
of societal woes
is it noise or silence
that makes history repeat
itself?
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #127
-Eugenia
featured image – Pexels
Categories: Poetry, Writing Challenges
Your poem is absolutely spot on. A touch of mystery with dejavu!
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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Good one!
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Thanks!
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This is beautiful Eugenia
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Thank you, Mich!
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A question well worth a ponder, Eugenia. Nice work!!
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Thank you, Rhen!
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My pleasure always.
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The silence and noise both make one think of war. There are no bombs and guns, but fear for life is the same.
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Yes, exactly!
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Fractals then and now…by Eugenia
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Thank you!
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Great poem, Eugenia and the mandala is beautiful too😸Pawkisses for a Happy Healthy Weekend🐾😽💞
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Thank you! I am delighted you enjoyed it. 😻
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A timely poem for these troubled times. Well done, Eugenia! 👏👏👏 Your words would make good song lyrics.
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Thank you, Debbie! Now that I read it again, it does make good song lyrics. 😊
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Spot on as usual.
Have a fabulous day and weekend, Eugenia. ♥
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Thanks, Sandee!
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Wow! Nice take. ‘ is it noise or silence
that makes history repeat
itself?’
Silence before the storm, perhaps.
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Thank you! 😉
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Welcome. 🙂
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This and that composes the bits traveling along the cyclicity of things. Good poem, Eugi.
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Thank you! 😉
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You’re welcome 🙂
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