Sunday 28 February 2010


We obsess
over grand gesture keyholes into apocalypse -
planes smash into the centre of a city
atoms smash underground into black holes.

We obsess
over political games in the corridors of power
expenses and corruption scandals
bullying and harrassment scandals

We obsess
to tunnel vision,
the corners of our eyes blinded to

the quiet march to mass extinction
the quiet slide to global hunger
the tipping tilt to a new stone age.

our poems -
inarticulate scratchings
on crumbling cave walls.


Obsidian Eagle said...
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Obsidian Eagle said...

Well done, I applaud and wholeheartedly agree with what you have said here.

Keep it up!

Jinksy said...

Pardon my while I go sharpen a few masonry chisels in readiness to keep poetry alive...

ThoseThr3Words-Claire said...

A powerful and thought-provoking poem, Juliet. How blinkered we are to the vital issues and how distracted by the mundane and the trivial. And on reading your well chiselled words, I asked myself, how far have we progressed, in real terms?


Crafty Green Poet said...

ItzQuauhtli - thanks!

Jinksy - good luck! :)

Tomjay, er, thanks for your interest but, er, no.....

Claire - we don't really seem to have made any real progress since ancient Greece

The Weaver of Grass said...

I agree with you Juliet. The news worthy things are paraded in front of us but the little things which niggle away at our way of life, but which will eventually make such a big impact, are ignored. Well said.

Eryl said...

I'm guessing Tom Jay didn't read any thing on this blog!

Now I know why writing poetry is so difficult, scratch, scratch...

Forthvalley scribe said...

Really really good - can I add it to your gallery page, please?

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