Today's prompt from Robert Lee Brewer is to write a poem with the title "Our _______". I took, as an additional prompt, this week's word bank from the Sunday Whirl blog. The words were family, team, passing, owe, progress, rural, soul, back, power, act, joy, those. I usually try to use all twelve words in the bank when I use it as a source, but since I'm writing short-form poems this month, I didn't try to get all twelve into this poem - I did use nine of them. The message here is deliberately a bit vague, because 2020 has been such a bitch of a year, and I wanted the poem to be able to fit many of the crises we've been dealing with this year: the pandemic, racial injustice, natural disasters of increasing frequency from hurricanes to wildfires, and a stressful election season which appears not to be over just yet. You'll also note that for the first time this month I didn't use my usual rhyme scheme - I wanted this poem to capture a more serious tone. (There is, however, some unintended internal rhyme: back, racked, act - poetic serendipity.)
been challenged
by malignant powers
driven back
by reckless disregard
racked by
their beloved's passing
let's act
as Team Humanity
reclaim our joy
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