When I can’t find the humor
I put the news on hold – I
Stop scrolling,
watching
reading
the stream of mind-blowing events
that befuddle my brain
wet my cheeks
wrench my heart
When I can’t find the humor
I shift my gaze outside my window
drink in the beauty
too often ignored
taken for granted
owing to the senseless acts of violence
the world over
When I can’t find the humor
I am grateful I have a window at all
walls to hold them in place
keep in the heat
ward off the wet
I am grateful,
not to be trite,
but to be reminded
of the plight
our neighbors must bear
be they human, plant, or animal
When I can’t find the humor
I write
a poor, sucky poem like this
hoping to find the humor that is out there
somewhere
I know it exists
that beautiful,
kind
humor-filled
world
I just need to step back,
breathe,
take the advice of friends,
look inside myself as well as outside to see it
Be Well Dear Reader
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 
Perhaps the humor is in the photograph.
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Indeed it is 🙂
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Such a sympathetic poem
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Thank you Derrick ❤
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Lovely words and very hopeful. It’s hard to believe there’s a kind world out there at the moment.
I can only bear to digest the news as topical comedy, but even that is struggling to find the humour in these dark times!
Thank you for sharing.
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I’m sure there’s more kindness in the world than we can imagine. It just never gets the press it deserves or that is needed to lift one’s spirit. But there is this couple that travel in a monster truck with their 4 dogs and write about their often humerous, kindness-filled experiences … you should check them out 😉 😉 https://worldwidewalkies.blog
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This is such a beautiful poem! Thank you!
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Thank you!
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Thank you!
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