Begin Again . . .

I am amazed at times as to where I impose meaning. This picture is an example. Margot has grown it from seed over many many years and, wonder of wonders about 5 years ago, we had the first Bird of Paradise flower. The plant has grown well but see still have only one flower per year at Charistmas time. So when we arrive each December and it has just emerged from its wrapping I get a sense of joining it in its radiance and I have a feeling of joy because of it. Another year and we are still here.

I wrote the piece below at the time, sitting at a port café, reflecting on nothing in particular. 

A New Year

 

Sitting at start of year welcoming

a not at all sure

where the trail of time will lead

 

Soothed by the boats in port

rocking gently wires pinging in harmony

inducing a slowing rhythm

 

in my how did this happen place

pleased to watch passers-by

amble to the sounds of the sea

 

A blue grey sky breezes along

signalling that it is de rigueur

to suspend panic and madness

 

Just for now

 

Peter Clarke

2nd Jan 2023

 
 
 
 

And What About . . .

 

I have neglected this for far too long, and now it is time again. But what to write about, what poem to share? The world is packed with catastrophic possibilities. Such choices: dementia/genocide colluder or extreme narcissism in the White House; a hung parliament in the UK; the reunification of the USSR with a tyrannical megalomaniac at its head; the eradication of a race by a genocidal government in Gaza; the African continent reduced to bankruptcy and regression to male tribalism; in Ireland, even with an appalling electoral turnout the routing of the far right and Sinn Féin may offer some comfort except we face another FF/FG fiasco. Mother Nature rumbles on its rampage, raging against the human species’ abject destruction of the planet’s habitat. What the . . .

Being facetious right now is my only defence against absolute despair. So read, comment, pass it on, and send feedback.

City Walking and Cycling take 680,000

cars per day off the road

Irish Time Heading


More and more folk, cycling and walking, may 

keep gases from greenhouses further at bay


This newspaper heading illustrates vividly

thousands of cyclists and walkers assiduously 


stopping some cars on their journey

pushing them aside - making drivers quite surly


Mountains of metal - like scrapyards of sculpture

keep bicycle lanes quite safe - at this juncture


The new revolution is well underway

don’t get behind wheels - hear what they say:


Cars and their fumes play a very big part 

the smell is quite phew don’t mention cow farts


Wear out your shoe leather walking

greet travellers with smiles while you’re talking


Force councils to make better spaces

to go out and about roaming those places


where vitamin D, and oxygen from trees

fill our lungs and our brains so we see


how to save us and this magical planet

except for some vicious old tyrants goddammit 


Peter Clarke, 18th March 2024

Haydée Otero