ODE TO MY LITTLE DREAMS

Oil spill in gulf countries… And the news related to it inspired me to write this poem…. It is, the wailing of a dying bird on the surface of sea

Ode to my little dreams

 

It was not like this before

It began when I landed

To catch some fish

Not for me but my fledgling

 

I cant flap my wings

I am floating in waves

Some sticking thing in my feather

Fish in my beak is dead

 

Waves as noisy as before

Some filthy darkness all around

I cant cry for help

Who is there to help?

 

Darkness seems to be seeping

Into my dream filled soul

My little ones how can they fly

When there is nobody to teach

 

Their wings may not grow

For lack of food and air

Feathers may miss many breaths

May never be tamed by winds

 

Even if, little wings grow

They will be smeared, arrested

By a dark filthy thing like this

Called ignorance, of flying

 

These dead fishes on the surface

Pop up and down in the uncertainty

Of next destiny waiting for them

As if there remains many, still

 

Waiting for a death by a black sea

Among so many dead bodies

Without fulfilling my dreams

Seems filthier than death itself

 

Large wings, symbols of my life’s freedom

Lay surrounded by dead bodies

Is a ridiculous sight indeed

A callousness that cant be named.

 

Only if I know the ‘why’

I can embrace death peacefully

Dying in ignorance is terrible

Than being hanged by injustice

 

 

Oh waves, take me, devour me

Do not miss this chance to kill me

Or I will die in an explosion of grief

In memory of a stunned life..

You spare for my little ones

 

Death, black death

Have thy Pyrrhic victory upon me

Never delay

To establish your supremacy

Upon my drowned dreams.

Lying beneath this filthy sticking stuff

That arrested my feathers and life.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear JENY,

GREED, GREED, GREED! No care for the worild, only for wealth. This is a sickening situation. Can this be fixed? Yes. Easily. We are experts at blowing up structures, piercing the ground to great depth to kill enemies in concrete reinforced bunkers. How easy to collapse the oil pipe. Child's play, really. But what then? Wouldn't that be expensive to the oil company? Just think, they'd have to move over about a half mile and build a whole new platform and drill a new well. How much simpler to just try to fix this one. So this kills some sea life. Maybe this destroys a coral reef or two that takes tens of thousands of year to develop. And yes, we'll kill a few birds and maybe destroy some wetlands. But look at the upside. It's cheap. We make so much on these wells and the fines are peanuts. What does it matter that we get a bit of bad press. People will still buy our oil. They're addicted. And we'll just cap this well. That's much cheaper than a new one. It may take a bit of time. But what does it matter? We're in it for the money, aren't we?

A powerful reminder of the pettiness of people and their insatiable GREED!

Best regards,

Rick

[Tate Morgan]

Oh the sickening of the toilet bowl we call the gulf.And we are the smartest there is we are in big troublew

[Daniel Gardner]

I've been seeing a lot about this. Very sad, especially when you think of all the animals that are suffering like this. Well written.

[Taylor H.]

THis is really good. But your really good, so no surprise there :)

[WriterSki7]

A poem about the consequences of human greed. Of which nature is, and always will be, a minor concern* Regardless of the relations to real-world events, the poem itself was good. Very much a surreal feel to it; a fair job to be sure.

[GunMetal]

Incredible. You really got inside the head of this creature and personified the fleeting desperate last moments of it breathtakingly well. Phenomenal.

[A.Lee]

Wow... this is really good Jeny. You really captured the desperate situation of this oil spill. I really didn't have very strong feelings on it until I read this... now I do. That really says something about your ability to capture the reader's heart through your words. Excellent work.

[Huggy Bear]

Your dreams are vivid. I enjoy it so much:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I seen this terrible deed done in the first Iraq war. 1.5 million of diesel into the water source. It never can heal. Poem is powerful. Mother nature and the poor animals of the sea will pay for the error of man. A powerful poem. The description and story is true and sad.
Coyote

[Ishgnu]

*sigh* when will mankind EVER learn? This poem really portrays the pitiful helplessness of the bird but I think just the last two verses are all that it needs, they say it all most powerfully. :)