Cold Meltdown

the offspring of
the cold meltdown,

poets in their own right,

poets in their own time,

scrawling deep meaning
on the papyrus tablets
and the bathroom walls
of today, here and now,

hoping to light the way
all-chalice style
so the acolytes of
tomorrow can learn
from that wisdom brought
on by the experiences
and the blunders of the
cold meltdown offspring,

but the world is crashing
around everybody, at least
in the comfortable culture
that birthed the
cold meltdown generation,

no longer numero uno,

no longer the big dog running,

and maybe that's the lesson
that the offspring of the
cold meltdown offspring
will have to learn in ways
both hard and soft,

change is the
old constant,
after all.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

I feel the cold sterility that just is everywhere now, but you leave us with a note that depending upon our mood, we might take as optimism.

[WhiteWillow]

Here's hoping that future generations will read, and learn, and understand that which came before them. A wonderful, thought-provoking write.

[Teri B]

Love the last stanza...it says it all, really! Nicely done!

[Rene Velez]

Constant indeed...this great stuff...

[Priscilla Sayers]

Yes sir! Change is constant...
A very well conveyed message.