Yes, we are all sick and tired of it. Yes, we are growing deaf to the sensible messages because we don't want to know. And the disputes and doubts are growing against the evidence. We are lonely in spirit, miss being touched and are losing our connectedness. So here is something I observed in this time that charmed me and warmed me. Read, enjoy, forward on, send feedback. You may notice that the image has nothing to do with the theme but are connected.
Catherine D
14.09.2020 11:36
I love the last line "he tickled his way through the day". This made me smile, I can see my three year old doing the same. Just lovely.
Sue Phillips
13.09.2020 17:33
I love it Peter. We should /could all tickle our way through the days.
Anne Gilleran
13.09.2020 05:56
The essence of living in the moment. Perfect!
Colm
12.09.2020 21:12
Pure wonder and infectious joy! Thank you Peter for distilling it’s essence.
Tom Dredge
12.09.2020 19:53
Beautiful poem Peter and very uplifting.
Clíodhna
12.09.2020 18:23
Gorgeous!
Latest comments
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
Hi Peter,
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
Hugs,
John.x
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
And What About . . .
I have neglected this for far too long, and now it is time again. But what to write about, what poem to share? The world is packed with catastrophic possibilities. Such choices: dementia/genocide colluder or extreme narcissism in the White House; a hung parliament in the UK; the reunification of the USSR with a tyrannical megalomaniac at its head; the eradication of a race by a genocidal government in Gaza; the African continent reduced to bankruptcy and regression to male tribalism; in Ireland, even with an appalling electoral turnout the routing of the far right and Sinn Féin may offer some comfort except we face another FF/FG fiasco. Mother Nature rumbles on its rampage, raging against the human species’ abject destruction of the planet’s habitat. What the . . .
Being facetious right now is my only defence against absolute despair. So read, comment, pass it on, and send feedback.
City Walking and Cycling take 680,000
cars per day off the road
Irish Time Heading
More and more folk, cycling and walking, may
keep gases from greenhouses further at bay
This newspaper heading illustrates vividly
thousands of cyclists and walkers assiduously
stopping some cars on their journey
pushing them aside - making drivers quite surly
Mountains of metal - like scrapyards of sculpture
keep bicycle lanes quite safe - at this juncture
The new revolution is well underway
don’t get behind wheels - hear what they say:
Cars and their fumes play a very big part
the smell is quite phew don’t mention cow farts
Wear out your shoe leather walking
greet travellers with smiles while you’re talking
Force councils to make better spaces
to go out and about roaming those places
where vitamin D, and oxygen from trees
fill our lungs and our brains so we see
how to save us and this magical planet
except for some vicious old tyrants goddammit
Peter Clarke, 18th March 2024