The day 28 prompt at Poetic Asides is (to quote the site):
- Write a matter poem. Matter is what things are made of.
- Write an anti-matter poem. The opposite of a matter poem.
With my unscientific mind, there’s no way I could address “matter” or “anti-matter” in a poem, so I took a different tack. My inspiration was three images/videos I saw shared on Facebook earlier today:
WHEN EVERYTHING’S THE MATTER
You don’t have to read this.
In a world of earthquakes and riots,
dead piled on pyres, stores aflame,
in the midst of all that’s burning,
these lines don’t really matter.
I can describe the uplifting images:
a dog’s joy at greeting his returned companion,
a hummingbird feeding her young,
a herd of sheep trotting down
a 19th century Cincinnati street—
they’re pretty, appealing, but they don’t
change the world. Although
for those few seconds I didn’t think
about police shootings or Nepal.
No one said absorption in the planet’s crises
has to be 100%. I say a little appreciation
of the finer things in life
makes the tragedies endurable.
Is something the matter? Wait.
First, look at this.