Thursday, 7 November 2013

Wasted



I thought I wanted
(needed)
that new fridge, washer, drier, dishwasher –
devouring department stores on
wet, winter weekends – enthralled
by chrome, push button, A+++ rated efficiency
(to save our planet)
                                                Some say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
                                                I say it’s here, now –
                                                greens, blues, an autumn leaf
                                                curling in the glow of a setting sun.
                                                Hues of umber, scents of bark,
                                                soft footfalls in pristine
kitchens – steel, gleaming –
discard the old
(three years at least).
I thought I wanted
(needed)
that new TV, the latest Mac,
wireless keyboard to travers
                                                continents, myriad lands
                                                mountains, meadows, glaciers
                                                sands, where
time –
dripping, ebbing,
breathing toxic
waste and
chlorofluorocarbons.
Dumping cathode-ray
tubes on precious soils
                                                children scavenge,
                                                nails to bone
                                                work the lands
of Western Waste –
precious commodities
for our planet’s
homes.

©Carolyn Cornthwaite    

Carolyn is a writer in mind, body and soul. She does other things to pay the bills. She blogs (sometimes) and moves ever closer to her life in France. http://about.me/carolyncornthwaite
               

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

Sauce for the Goose

We are all agreed in saying
that we should be free to talk
but when it comes to listening
it’s something at which we balk.
If someone bad-mouthed us,
“You talking to me?”, we’d ask.
And if anyone bugs our phone
we shall have to take them to task.
“You listening to me?”, we’d say,
“It shows that you have no trust.”
In demanding a humble apology
the request should be quite robust.
Some will recall the bygone days
when the boot was on the other foot
and the Stasi was eagerly all ears.
Did they think that that was a hoot?

© Luigi Pagano 2013