A microscopic Saturday night

A poem about Saturday night across the world.

 

 

Mexico City: A weeping mother holds her dead teenage son in her trembling hands.

 

A crowded wedding takes place in the suburbs of Lahore.

 

Incense sticks and candles burn at a funeral in Beijing.

 

A happy German family watch television together.

 

The West coast of America: A teenager spend many hours on the Internet.

 

A wealthy businessman looks forward to taking his wife to a very expensive restaurant in the heart of Paris.

 

Deranged, upset and lonely...A homeless man looks forward to everything.

 

An old man sucks in his last gasp of oxygen in a care home in Rome.

 

The chaotic streets of Calcutta! A disabled woman asks for money with a smile on her face.

 

Children with utter joy in their hearts play football on the dusty roads Senegal.

 

A middle aged man drinks expensive wine with his wife in western Australia and then heads off to bed with blurred vision.

 

On the streets of London a young woman lays on a wet pavement with vomit smeared across her pretty face.

 

A healthy baby is born in Morocco.

 

                                 An old woman dies in Israel.

 

A father and his two sons gaze into a crackling fire as they camp in Northern Canada.

 

A young man in his Sao Paulo watches an independent movie; halfway through the movie he sheds a tear.

 

A party is in full swing in a Brooklyn apartment. Good-looking humans flirt and dance all night long.

 

A lonesome woman reads a novel over candlelight in a wooden shack on outskirts of St Petersburg

 

A board housewife walks around a huge supermarket in Tokyo.

 

A Norwegian girl has her first orgasm.

 

Kabul, Afghanistan: a man hands out bowls of cardamom infused rice and skews of spicy lamb from his street cart.

 

In a small Spanish town a middle-aged woman does absolutely nothing.

 

 

   ©LukeRitta

 

Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

I think its funny how often we concentrate on ourselves without realizing that there is so much more going on around us. I think its far too large to wrap our minds around, especially considering how many people there are in this world. Some things we take for granted and we continue going day by day completely wrapped up in our safe little world.

Makes me also wonder how many souls we've overlooked in our day-to-day comings and goings. Makes me wonder what their story is. Have you ever really stopped to look at other people and really try and understand or guess at what their life must be like. A very interesting read that really makes me think about interpersonal communication and what we assume when we look at people without the understanding of the depth of the individual. So much going on in this world and so many stories to tell. Brilliant write, my friend.

[Yheela]

In a heartbeat you take us round the world, and then some.
Beautiful.

[Leslie Philibert]

Enjoyed the very universal perspective, and I`m pleased you avoid the temptation to equate wealth with happiness, liked this.

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Shows how different everyone is, yet we are all the same. Excellent.

[Kristallo]

I like this- its a different approach. I often sit out and look at the moon at night and wonder who else is looking to, where are they in life, what secrets rest in their hearts? Very perceptive write, I liked it a lot.

[Alexis]

This is great! So many diffferent types of people in the world and I think you captured them perfectly! Review mine?

[Raven Starhawk]

So powerfully charged. I have to admit myself jealous of this masterpiece. It wrangled me in...not that I was forced or anything. You ease this reader in and by the time the last sentence comes about I am finding myself drawn to the first one again.

[Nath]

Great write! With around 7 billion individuals on this planet, it would be interesting to know what each is doing in one moment. I liked this enumeration of activities, our world is full of opposites, and it's ever changing. Birth, death, weddings, funerals, all takes place in one moment. I like how you put together all those moments to form an extraordinary poem.