it’s survival here, nothing new
lungs knotted by thirst
sunheat in our heart, starving to belong
it’s corrupt the way
the social feeds are telepathic
last chance for freedom
not likely, when water goes on the stock-markets
I’m pinned by this world
like as the love for my criminal child
the kind of wound that
is never quite urgent enough to heal
but sticks around like deformity
“heal the world”, there are too many
bodies you say to feed the planet
it’s survival down here, at the ends
stomach growling to be someone
heart’s pitter-patter against the gloom
our fragility was really contagious
the world learned how
to suffer together, it was a kind
of progress, to realize we all belonged
to the same economy, a doomed currency
where the sun was thrown, raised and lowered
for the number of years we had left
before some tipping point of our anarchy
until we have to depart, to say goodbye
we make do, with teaspoons and testimony
with words from vague saints who were cripples
we learned to see, a bit of ourselves
in everyone who suffered, in how they fought.
art courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Global-Warming-86554791
wow, that is just wow. sad and horrific, but a wonderful poem
Thanks, inspired by all those crazy pictures of dead children floating around social media.
dark times indeed
everything is strangely magnified in these times. I’m not sure it’s a bad thing. probably a good thing.
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thanks for the encouragement
I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger award http://looking4godtoday.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/encouragement-awards/
Thank you Michelle, that’s very kind of you. Any particular reason? I’m not very versatile, all I do is write poems.
I think it is too easy to think “all I do is”. I think if your writing is thought provoking and entertaining that is versatility right there
Thanks Michelle, like an artist I can never reach the level of sublime that I had hoped for, but I do try to write in different styles no doubt..
Wuji, are you by any chance a Baha’i? Your poetry makes me think that you might be! It really doesn’t matter, just curious. Love your work, inspires me.
Curiously I’m not, though I have been influenced by Sufism, Taoism, Buddhism and even ancient Vedic texts, not to mention scores or writers, books and philosophies.
How does it feel Baha’i?
Like a world citizen who embraces all religions and paths. There’s a lot more to it, but this says it in a few words.
When human beings realized religions were one of the primary causes of historical bloodshed, they slowly adopted secularism. Now countries make war on the marketplace and on the internet.