2018 – My Hope

2017
birthed
a colicky infant
who, although spoiled and overfed,
produced a continuous line
of
mostly incoherent
squawks
from his high nest

by spring
he had grown into the playground bully
amassing toys,
hoarding even,
to make his sandbox castle great
AGAIN

by summer,
or buy,
his overgrown form
preached from a pulpit like a profit-god
A MASS
that sounded
oddly
like his former spoiled, soiled
colicky
chirps

by autumn…
I don’t know what he said.
I bought earplugs
to relieve my throbbing
MAGAraine
suffering
head

2018
I HOPE
has birthed infants everywhere
who will cry from the collective pools
of
starvation
poverty
and
neglect
AND
that the children of spring
will remove the genetically-modified cotton
stuffed in our privileged ears,

so that we who have will

listen

&

share

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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51 thoughts on “2018 – My Hope

  1. Well crafted Tanya. My timetable may have been sooner. When one squawks out “mostly false or worse” statements more than two out of three times, it does a body good just to not listen for that one in three time when it is “mostly true or better.”

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  2. Well, this is a great post to be reading as one of the first in this new year 🙂
    Wishing you a marvelous 2018, for you and your family. With lots of love and successful adventures. Big hug, XxX

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