Goldilocks aka Join The Dots


Time for a wash, a bath, a shower
Not too cold, not too hot, just right

The temperature in my room
Was not quite to my taste, thank you

Luckily I had them all at my fingertips
The air conditioning, the thermostat

Fresh bread lay before me
But I decided I’d prefer toast

I read and created inspiring verse
And scattered it across the globe

Whilst oil-stricken birds washed ashore
And polar bears swam until they died

About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on September 3, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. A very poignant poem.

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  2. Pretty dark but well written.

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  3. We complain that nature is going to hell on a sled but when it comes time for us to make sacrifices to slow the damage well, that’s just out of the question.
    If I live long enough to see the next world war, which I believe will be fought over water, I want to walk through cities and look at the faces.

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  4. We seem to think alike in some ways …

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  5. So poignant…. alas… masterful writing, Ben.

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