We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

12.4.24

On Being Asked to Tell a Tall Tale and Make it Funny

 

But I’m not feeling very funny right now – 

not, anyway, in the sense of amused.

Or amusING. And I don’t think I have

any tales tall enough to top the reality,

the unbelievable reality of what’s going on

in the world right now. 

                          

Once upon a time

there was a race of creatures on this planet,

a species, I guess you’d say, that grew fast

and large – too large in the end for this earth

to encompass them. You think I mean dinosaurs?

No, I mean ourselves, breeding and breeding.


You see it with other animals. Overcrowding

leads to aggression; fights to the death. There 

were all these experiments on rats…. Sometimes,

earth produces a plague or a famine to deal with

the burgeoning numbers. Sometimes that’s not

enough. Nowhere near.


This species became 

so big that it blotted out the sun. Well, in a way.

Or perhaps it was the opposite. Anyway,

climate changed. (Oh, you’ve already heard 

this impossibly tall tale?) A sudden plague, 

which wiped out many, didn’t quite do the job.


Then the new wars began – even though 

many of the species knew this was not

the way to a habitable planet, a safe space

to live out lives of harmony with nature.

The powerful didn’t care. Survival? I think

we haven’t a prayer.



[Also see revised version]



I've been combining prompts from NaPoWriMo and Poem A Day at Poetic Asides. Today, one was to tell a tall tale, the other to write something funny. Luckily both are optional.  My pessimistic piece ended up veering to today's prompt in Rajani's April list at her Thoughtpurge blog: Prayer. (And I guess subverting that, too.)



10 comments:

  1. Sigh... we really don't have a prayer.. not the way we're going! Only the young seem to be screaming to save their future and no one is listening to them. :(

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    1. And this is why I so seldom write on this topic – I go so dark and despairing. I did my share of screaming for decades, but I and thos elikeme were not listened to either. We were ridiculed! Now, at least lip service is sometimes paid, but too little too late. In fact I know there are many people doing much good work to try and rectify things, but still I fear it is not enough.

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  2. Such a thoughtful, apt and concise write, Rosemary. I feel the same about these Napowrimo prompt. I'm struggling to find the funny side of things at the moment with the world as it is. I feel, in a way, that nature's way of releasing viruses to control populations is her way of trying to manage things. Overpopulation is to blame for so many things. An excellent, sobering write👌🏼🌸

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    1. And an excellent, sober read from you; thanks, Sunra.

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  3. Very, very strong, ringing with truth, I hear you❣️

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  4. Last comment not meant to be anonymous, I struggle with focus at times.

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    1. Thanks for letting me know. Blogger doesn't always make it easy!

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