Depressing…
Alsager, United Kingdom
2020, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
duck under… go about… straight on… further down… around bends, too many to count… sorrow finds me out… it lingers, lurking, pulsing, filling me like a cup of cold milk… energy saps away… faint at fate washing over… into the RIVER: Zig-Zag-Z shaped—its reflection like an upturned snowdrop. The shape of the land shapes the river as the river shapes the land, and never stops… A pressing weight pushes—s-t-r-a-i-n to breathe in air, but what air is this? —a choking mass of… what? On and on tumour threads, rumour spreads, fish turn towards lures, are hauled up, most thrown back deadened… even shark upon shark, taken away to be thrown back, de-finned and un-finned, redefined, left to die… sorrow grows as does cruelty—why? \ why do this? \ why? \ why all this killing? death is written all around… a surge of sorrows, no way to turn back, on forever, everything dies before its time, as will I, slowly, silently, compliant without complaint, now… silence…
beneath the brain-baking sun
(bringer of life and death),
sun-brain-baking heat
the strike of the sun has begun
beating down on us
a hammering, thumping, jumping, pulsing, beating, rippling heart
which is mine
lives in a recurring dream:
I take daily sleepwalks in this: in rainbow meadows full of tall flowers,
peaceful surrounds peace surrounds us
deathless, warless, wordless, hunger-less
birds sing freely, truly, clearly,
no choke, no joke, sincerely…
Reflection
Reflection
I often feel depressed by all the killing done in oceans all over the planet; our oceans are so beautiful, vital, and precious, so we should protect, not harm, them and all life that lives in them. I dream that things are going to get better because they must.