I once thought the world was a limitless sphere.
Beyond the forests, the oceans, the land
Infinite space would duly appear,
Vast meadows of grass, wide beaches of sand.
Its not just the rockets and bombs that I fear,
It’s the spite and hate I don’t understand.
For what can survive ‘gainst this type of rain?
There’s not enough room in this world for such pain.
Linking this to Muri’s Poetry Scavenger Hunt, (https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/) Prompt No 11, to write an Ottava Rima. The title refers to the diameter of the world (in miles). Not sure how I feel about this poem – it has been bumbling in my head for a while, but perhaps the form is not the best one for the message. Oh well, in for a penny, as they say …
Writing Whatnots 
Yes, the hailstorm of hate is daunting. Powerful poem.
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Thank you K! ‘Hailstorm of hate’ is a good way of describing it.
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I think the Ottava Rima works for many topics and this is a solid poem – lays out the situation from your perspective and asks the reader to ponder the problem!! I’d say this was spot on!!
Thanks so much for joining the scavenger hunt – it was a pleasure to read your poetry!!
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Thank you Val. I have really enjoyed your prompts – they have encouraged me to write much more this month (as have your supportive replies).
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