Snow and The Inconsolable Guilt Regarding PhytoplanktonA Poem by KWPa walk on the lighter sideCurrently I buoy myself
along with the sensation of feeling really rather wretched having had to awaken to the white sight of snow You must understand a drab, dreary disdain blankets my every direction A creeping, callous cold found a way into my anatomy without any form of exaggeration it chilled me right to freezing point A freezing point I might add felt mostly in one place my tushie yes my bum my butt my bottom my backside my posterior A most unpleasant sensation to say the very least “The Sun, The Sun I simply must chase the sun” An all knowing thought screams it’s way into my already nastily nippy day Hurrying to the window I notice the sun and the clouds the pair currently knee deep in a rigorous skirmish the sun shoots a warming ray The clouds swarm shrouding the ray much like a bloom of algae covering my favorite pond suffocating my family of fish extinguishing all hope Last summer I ladled and scooped (until my hearts content) all of that organism type algae ladled, scooped (weapons of mass destruction) right up out of the water displacing every last minuscule call from it’s very own reality of living Oh dear! I believe I may have murdered that algae
What right do I have to decide on the fate of millions of microscopic single celled phytoplankton? Well of course much research post the murderous act of the poor algae family I endured living with pent up guilt for months on end so yes of course I can still recall the name of these now dead algae named Phytoplankton Oh hang on - my head is screaming again “don’t look back in regret” Quite true one must never even dare to look back and question for the past ceases to exist it is the here, the now we must keep our focus Moving right along to rid myself of the cold no less the guilt will remain for a time indefinite Gather up courage I must head for the shed a simple ladder my target Shouldn’t be too hard if I hot tail my little butt - (which I might add is now being bitten exceedingly hard by the the very thing I hold in the most antipathy - the cold) - fast as I can muster through the waist deep snow Argh! “Baby it’s cold outside” I half sing half scream and another half I wail sounding much like what I imagine a giraffe birthing twins would sound No longer can I feel my face in this glacial torment! I must not dilly dally don’t want my bits to fall off as a result of frostbite locating my bits again may indeed be an impossibility in this deep white ice and also however would I reattach? The ladder - there it is! Drag the ladder outside I do Best bet for now - wait yes wait for the swarm of clouds to dissipate no ladle, no scoop cannot have any more MURDER on my conscience this lifetime “Tra la la Tra la lair I have a cold bum It ain’t really fair” Sing whilst I wait notice I do the birds fly far and wide did my voice do that? Hmmm - Eyes glued, stuck, cemented to the sky a simple parting of the clouds my only request There it is BAM! Clouds lift Sun shift Quick! Literally shoving the ladder with my mightiest might in the direction of the soon to be encapsulating golden warmth I climb aboard the sunbeam walk my way up to the sun turn around and drop my pants to warm my little bum * You can go back and sing that last stanza right there if you like - gives a lovely effect Ahhhhh - warm tushie life can once again return to normality There really is nothing quite like a warm bottom. © 2015 KWPReviews
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20 Reviews Added on March 11, 2015 Last Updated on March 11, 2015 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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