ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

INHUMANITY ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet

Reasons!
Always there's reasons ...
change with the season. None though are droll.

Diversions,
so many diversions
as the world's turning out of control.

Perversions,
countless the versions
tearing my heart out - staking my soul.

Sleeping.
Closed eyes are weeping.
The love there sleeping, will pay the toll.

Raining,
outside it's raining,
rain in my heart needs damage control.

Winter must be here Maureen. There's a chill in the air.

Very imaginative, Maureen! What a lovely word "droll" is - people don't often use it nowadays, do they?

Cheers
Shelley

Thanks Neville - there certainly is a touch of winter in Ipswich right now - our temps have dropped down to single figures.

Thanks you Shelley - you are right 'droll' isn't seen much these days but some of the old words are very poetic I find, it's a shame to let them disappear from our language. And if poets don't/can't find a use for them, who will ?

Interesting structure, Maureen, and a clever way to use those tricky prompts!

Cheers
David

Maureen, I was talking about the images of bleakness, in your poem. Didn't old Billy Shakespeare coin the phrase; " the winter of our discontent "

Oh sorry Neville My poem was actually prompted by yet another animal cruelty case - that of a captive elephant Yani kept in appalling conditions in an Indonesian zoo. As she lay dying tears appeared to fall down her face . I am overwhelmed with sorrow for the animals at the moment. Our local pound is struggling with so many cats and dogs looking for homes and they our out of foster carers and still the tide rolls in. My brumby group is fighting again to stop the cull of the Kosciuszko brumbies and we see Orangutans and Elephants suffering. How I wish I had the power to stop it but I don't - like Bob I am just one voice - but enough voices joined together become a roar and a roar will be heard.

Thank you David

I agree with David,
You have made good use of the prompts that I'm still mulling over - have even considered writing a lyric!

Cheers

Terry

Not just cold in Ipswich Maureen. It can be a cold and uncaring world that we live in. Maybe it has always been so.
Wazza