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

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

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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