Rubbles, twisted steel
coloured rags scattered on roads
wailing voices, quiet tears and desperation,
the camera eye
reporting for hours to the world -
it’s so far away here by the telly
turning away sending the SMS rescue
changing the channel
a little tremble in the eye
quickly rejected
ah shit snow tomorrow again
put another log on the fire darling.






Oh yes, we need our comfort, come what may! Bravo human spirit!
wishes,
devika
Thanks Devika, wonder what one would do in the a similar situation?
Yeah, perhaps not much to do…Don’t know what others might do…
I might pray, or may not….But one thing for sure, I won’t be thinking about tomorrow’s snow/cold or a cosy retreive into the warmth of my house —
wishes,
devika
In Haiti the world
Collapsed, the cries of people
Echoing in pain.
Thanks Paul for your fine poem comment, nice one you have on your own site too
Good poem. It captures well the way the world works. We all live in our little parts of it, with our own realities, some tragic, some not. The media brings us together, shows us what is happening to others. But still it doesn’t change what is happening for us.
Thanks Jem, in Haiti I feel it have been a oneway media broadcast.