I don’t go looking for trouble, but I sure wished I had the word “trouble” after I pulled today’s Magnetic Poetry words and began dividing them by noun, verb, etc. Since I didn’t have “trouble” and don’t even know if it’s one of the words in my poetry sets, I’ll just use it for the title of this poem.
The Troubles, 1969 to 1998
I am intrigued by your poem today. Just last night I was contemplating how we could re-color the political parties away from red and blue. Green and orange came to mind in reference to the religious wars of Ireland. Since political sparring makes as little sense to humanity as religious upheavals, I thought this might work. But then I said “no”. Green would lead people to think about environmentally friendly causes; and I have no clue what orange would evoke. So much for late night ponderings…
Nice poem.
Thank you. This one practically wrote itself. As soon as I saw orange and green, I began thinking of Ireland–and my constant hope for peace there and everywhere.