poetry – Page 28 – Nomdeplume

Clouded vision

On a clear day you can’t see how the drought will ever end.

I have had friends who were keen fishermen but I tried not to hold that against them. None who were hunters though.

Before you know where you are you have started a journey whose end you do not know. Do not want to know.

So many “views” so few “likes”, my poetry it seems, is not to anyone’s taste.

It is somehow a comfort to me to know that my ancestry goes back not two hundred years but two billion. How could it not be?

You can survive the modern workplace only if you realise that tap on your shoulder is being made by a knife, not a helping hand.

You never know whether the frog calls you hear at night are hopeful or hopeless.

In 2019 the acronym wtf? is in constant use.

When you are guarding sheep a crow overhead is a fearful sight, an eagle a thing of beauty. When you are guarding chickens the reverse is true.

Species that hibernate waste half of their potential. Homo sapiens achieves the same effect by misogyny.