social commentary
There's a rich history of poetry serving as social commentary, intended to inspire calls to action.
Into the Void
The wind whipped the strings of my hoodie against my face as if trying to strangle me. I stood at the edge of the cliff, close to the mountain peak. All was silent, minus the occasional shrieks and howls of the wind. It felt as if everything was still. Like a presence pressing upon my head and heart. As I gazed over the precipice viewing the trees and empty space that separates me from the bottom far below, I am overcome with melancholy. The wind slowly fades out of hearing, and I listen, its my heart beating, the blood pulsing through my veins, my breathing which has become less. Little by little all sound fades away into the nothingness as the last ray of twilight disappears beyond the horizon, stealing the golden paint from the skies and splattering it with blacks and blues. I feel the presence of it. The lack of life. The oppressive feeling of separation. The desolation from the music of life cut off. The vacuumed chasm below me. L'appelle Du Vide.
By Jordan Belville8 years ago in Poets
Writer's Cookbook
Coffee first. I found a wondrous expediting method for when you want eggs in the morning, but you don't have the patience/time to cook them. Mug-poached eggs begin with clean water in a mug. Crack eggs into the mug and microwave. 1:30 to 2 minutes is best for dos huevos. Drain the water. Salt and pepper as you wish. Eat. *Make sure you scrub the mug thoroughly so your tea doesn't taste like stale eggs.* For the Woodsmoke for Men recipe, kindle fire and keep hot. Crack eggs into small amount of water in fireproof camping pot, toss shells into fire, put on fire to boil. Leftover pizza is an excellent addition to this meal. It may be Papa John's pizza, but when you have a coupon... Everyone has said something stupid, my beautiful love reminds me and, as usual, she's right. Mr. John's stupid comment about the relationship between protest and declining sales doesn't make the pizza taste like cardboard, though it may put an ashy taste in the mouth of anyone who doesn't appreciate police brutality becoming an accepted course for society.
By Richard MacNeill8 years ago in Poets
