One Morning

A gloomy morning
A GLOOMY MORNING. PICTURE BY JESWIN THOMAS.

Once upon a time, a morning had chanced upon me, as I sat curled on a cold bench wishing life away.⁣
And lent a little glow to the otherwise dim and somber day. ⁣
The world swelled with newfound light and ushered those who in deep slumber lay.⁣
Thus, roused the trees, the squirrels and the flowers, heedless of time’s decay. ⁣ ⁣

On cold concrete pavements grew rebellious plants. ⁣
On tall electric poles wound creepers, ⁣
adding a little green to the dreary grey,⁣
as I sat curled on a cold bench wishing life away. ⁣ ⁣
Then flew birds from their homes, not knowing if they’d return that day. ⁣
How high they flew, through treetops and dimly lit homes, over blue lakes and busy streets,⁣
adding their little songs that they had picked up from their mothers, ⁣
while men bundled up in suits sat in gleaming cars spoke of wages, government and blood before they hurried away. ⁣ ⁣

How drowsy leaves swayed in the wind and stumbled upon my feet,⁣
and even if summer was ages away and day piled after day, ⁣
the butterflies hovered in glee, tasting flowers that in morning’s glory lay, ⁣
and awaited death at dusk, but neither seemed to care. ⁣
They danced and sailed, whirled and whooshed while there was light, ⁣
while men bundled up in suits sat in their tiny cars and spoke of wages, government and blood before they rushed away.⁣


Whilst writing this poem on a busy afternoon I happened to recall some lines of a poem that I keep going back to.

“What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.”

Lesiure, W.H DAVIES

With an ocean of data out there, it is overwhelming at times to be constantly bombarded with substandard news articles, content, and daily updates. We’re straying further away from our lives and slowly turning strangers to our selves. We constantly intrude into the lives of others, take pride in it, and feel entertained. Do we really believe we want this or are we constantly being manipulated and lured into this. There’s a book that caught my attention while I was looking for ways to resist this surge. How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy by Jenny Odell.

Here is a wonderful soul-satisfying video that I stumbled across on YouTube.

One thought

  1. This is a fine poem with carefully crafted words which is an amalgamation of all feelings a person go through. Well done

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