I feel cold.
Air across my temples chilis, disorients,
approved by one hand clapping, one eye blinking
from darkness quickly divorced from illuminations,
failing to reveal camouflaged ruins.
Cold from failure to annunciate desire for warmth
from unfulfilled silver bullet longings,
from reality ship’s horn in the distance.
I feel cold;
from pity clashing with self-respect,
hard won esteem disconnected from ego,
wit disconnected from laughter.
Laughter, disconnected from humor
easily perceived as insincere, contrived,
cold now from sins much older than ice.
I feel cold.
From unanimated fish dead still in tepid water
poorly lit by short wicks of endangered candles,
desiring only crumbs that likely will not be spread
on the surface of this, their prison.
Coldness in their fish hearts breeds hopelessness,
how much more ominous can predictions be?
How much less warmth in the world can there be/
Our history held promise, our stories were bold,
but clouds of greed gathered.
Acid rain poisoned even well sown crops,
plans for discretion went infertile then dropped.
Conspicuous consumption produced wide spread gluttony,
money hungry conviction pulled out all the stops.
Citizens renouncing skepticism, believing anything they were told;
I feel cold.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Pretty heavy, pretty long. Tired of editing.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments5
Cold words for a cold society. We have a self destructive nature to ourselves as a species. Greed a major driving force. Powerful and with dark shadows this poem is forebodiing
A well written piece about how cold and callous our world has become, that greed above all else seems to matter and now we let the powerful control our minds as well, enjoyed the read
Heavy hitting stuff DWi 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
A heavy write. Our world is a cold place. My country feels a cold place at the moment and our pensioners are cold as their energy allowance has been cut. Politics stinks in my opinion. Taking off the poorest people is a government choice.
With the dawn of this New Year, I too feel the cold you describe so well, as if the earth has opened a huge fissure and swallowed everything that was hopeful and good. We may go backwards before we can once again go forwards, but "the future waits for no one", and we have proven that time and time again as we bounce back. A very thought provoking write my friend, and very well done.
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