Goldilocks aka Join The Dots
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
Posted on September 3, 2014, in Poetry and tagged Climate change, Death, Madness, Thoughtlessness. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
Ben Naga 
A very poignant poem.
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“Join the dots” indeed.
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Pretty dark but well written.
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We so frequently fail to “join the dots”. We are so unmeshed in a wrongful, toxic and indeed fatal matrix that it becomes hard to even recognise it. Yet acknowledging this must surely be the first step if things are ever going to change/be changed.
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I agree. You see this is the insightful things that I’m talking about.
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A poet’s job, I believe.
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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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Personally I think I would be avoiding cities, but perhaps we can avoid such an eventuality. Other days of course I am not that optimistic.
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We seem to think alike in some ways …
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Once enough of us do then perhaps we can turn this madness round.
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That’s the hope.
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And intention.
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So poignant…. alas… masterful writing, Ben.
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Thank you, Betty. It came out not too badly, I think; another one of those I would have picked out for you after an absence.
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