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[Colm Roe]

I've tried...I really have.
Spent my life sprinkling pixie dust,
depleting me
to make them,
happy
better.

It's taken a long time to realise
its power is limited,
localised.
It won't feed the starving
it won't save the world.
The greedy fucks suck 
everything
everywhere
and in all those Africas,
in gold Adidas they rape them, me
and my intentions.

I feed locals now,
sprinkle seeds in fertile soil
and dream 
of butterfly effects









 

[avwhis6466]

Hey Colm,

I like this. It’s a frustration I share — trying to do good but knowing full well that the effects are limited, “localized” as the N says.

I enjoy the balance of (or perhaps the struggle between) pessimism and optimism in the poem. Thanks for sharing.

-Anna

[Colm Roe]

Thanks Anna,
I'm glad you liked it

[indar]

I feed locals now,
sprinkle seeds in fertile soil
and dream 
of butterfly effects

A great way to avoid getting overwhelmed and falling into global despair. I'm trying to be a kinder, gentler person--even at the College Ave/ Vista Way intersection in unclear circumstances I yield the right-of-way. Who knows? It might help. Butterfly effect of courtesy and good deeds--Love it!

[Colm Roe]

Thanks Linda.
You really have to have a 'rise above it' mentality.
Because your world (and mine) is full of pricks who'll accept your generosity then laugh at your 'weakness'.
I was brought up in a time when respect and manners were valued and expected. I open, or hold doors for people, and quite often have to (loudly) say 'You're welcome' when they don't say thank you 
When you (and you shouldn't...really, don't do it) think about the way we're devolving as a species...we probably deserve what's coming down the line. 
Science is the new religion,
it is fabulous,
it evolves so fast...
it's a shame we're still in the Stone Age. (Well I certainly am    )

 

[Matty11]

Sometimes I convince myself that it is the weight of evil that finds pubilicity in the big wide world. The smaller worlds of kindness are many - well, there is a butterfly in my garden.

Connect with your poem.

cheers

matty

[Tracy Mitchell]

Love this, Colm.  Your narrator is clear thinking, speaking.  My only nit is the number of “it” and “its” in S.2.  And whether you would consider the effect of deleting from the end of S.2 “me and my intentions.”  Also, perhaps a comma following ‘Adidas’?

Strong writing, especially the open and close.

I shall keep an eye out in my neighborhood for the butterfly waves.  

T