The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is "The world feels meaningless.
Why fking bother?"
Still bothering
The world feels
meaningless.
Why fking
bother?
The news
confirms it,
meaning
cancelled,
abolished,
gone.
I walk to the
park anyway.
Clouds scribble
their messy
graffiti
across the sky.
The wind
mutters,
“no meaning.”
Yeah, I know.
A kitten curls
her tail.
I touch her
soft fur
because what
else is there.
A child pulls
her mum
towards us.
We talk,
laugh,
the sun warming
our faces
like it didn’t
get the memo.
I move on.
A woman walks
slowly,
woven with grief.
“I lost my
house,
my husband.”
“Do you want a
hug?”
We fold into
each other,
two humans
holding the
wreckage
for a moment.
I move on.
At home,
the kettle
shrieks
its usual
nonsense.
“No meaning.”
Sure.
The raindrops
still dream
on the window
and I am still
here,
bothering.
It aches in a quiet way.
ReplyDeleteI feel the sadness,
but also something gentle beneath it—
a kind of hope.
The kitten, the child, the hugs.
I love these human moments
that still feel somewhat enough.
A sweet message. Keep bothering, Marja. We need more people who care enough to bother.
ReplyDeleteMagnificently told, Marja. That word 'anyway' at the start of the second verse, in this context is imbued with so much meaning!
ReplyDeleteMaybe we all need to care for each other just a little more.
ReplyDeleteI life with no meaning is full of it, once one notices. Nice write Marja 👏
ReplyDeleteI like the shrieking kettle. So true, within the wreckage (without realizing it) meaning thrives in the ordinary.
ReplyDeleteI love your use of contrasts - especially the scribbling clouds - wonderfully written - Jae
ReplyDeleteExcuse me....you are going to have to listen to that kettle more carefully...there's a message there:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Marja.
Sorry... :Forgot to put my name...the kettle was yelling instructions to me :)...Anonymous is Rall
ReplyDeleteIt's good to find you back Marja. Connections add meaning in a world that can sometimes feel otherwise.
ReplyDeleteAinda que tudo pareça sem sentido, a presença do gatinho enroscado às pernas, a criança, o pedido de abraço, fazem sim, sentido!
ReplyDeleteLinda tua poesia,Marja!
Ótimo fim de semana! beijos,chica
Bothering and being. Bothering is a funny word. I liked the little walk you took us on.
ReplyDeleteYou took a serious poetic challenge and turned it into a thing of beauty, hope, positivity. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteWhile it seems (and actually is) sometimes painful to bother, it is important to care...(bother). I love the image, dear Marja. You are such a lovely person! Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAmid the heaviness, your words remind us that connection and kindness are reasons enough to keep bothering.
ReplyDeleteDearest Marja,
ReplyDeleteDuring this period we all go on bothering, alas, each day we receive news that's anything but comforting.
I didn't know you were a poet, yours is truly a lovely way to express your feelings, thank you for sharing your so beautiful verses.
May your days to come be filled with blessings
XO Daniela @ ~ My little old world ~
Dear Marja,
ReplyDeleteI believe people like you (and people like me 😉) always find some kind of meaning in life... Even in seemingly meaningless times. Even if we're just watching the clouds, the rain, or feeling the sun. Chatting with people. Oh yes, or being able to hug someone who needs it, touching a kitten that wants it, or sometimes just drinking a cup of tea. 💛
Life. Just like that. For as long as it lasts. And with all our hearts.
Hugs! And all the best from Austria,
Traude
This poem actually hit so hard. That line about the sun not getting the memo that meaning is "cancelled" is literally everything. it’s so true that when the world feels like a total mess, those small things, like a soft kitten or a hug from a stranger are the only things that actually matter. thank you for still bothering, this was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLots of reasons given in your.write and the readers. No one should give up.
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