Day 23 prompt: write a poem about a letter of the alphabet or letters forming a short word.
Words of Woe
You came to save us from distress,
simple, yet smart, and set in Morse code:
dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot,
signaled in sight, sound, or touch.
S O S, an ambigram palindrome with
a beat in songs by Abba, Avicii,
and Rihanna with a telegraphic
message of mayday, mayday, m’aidez.
From Germany to boy scout merit badges
to beach branches and mirrored flashes,
your footprints in the snow, simple,
A call . . . for help – – – to be heard . . .
around the world.
Sometimes something lifesaving,
too often, distressfully not. S O S.
Look both ways for signs and signals of distress.
Mind the gaps for the meaning of space and time.
Need of Greed
This economy lies with deceptive pleasure – destruction, pending one hell of a bill to pay. We suck and devour the heritage of descendant’s gifts, their demise through our greed. When the well runs dry, the piper calls for payment, recovery of burnt offerings to self without gods who care for a prayer. Easy plunder blinds our need for air, water, food, and fire. Misery awaits death and disaster, sending ignored warnings past personal pleasure.
It’s not yet too late to reverse unwanted ends with the wisdom of science, we can turn the page. What higher cause to save humanity, perhaps the planet, our tiny corner of the universe?
Look both ways to past mistakes, future consequences,
bookends for today’s wisdom.
Mind the gaps in human psyche for sources of timely recovery.