Oh, what a strange yet seemingly typical phenomenon it is these days
But hearing of folks sinking into a state of forgetfulness -
Lying on their beds or in the public streets, drunk or stoned out of their minds.
It is most unfortunate that so many people today wish to
Vanish themselves from the world and bury themselves
In deliberate ignorance, unmindfulness, unawareness,
Or even complete unconsciousness to escape their miserable circumstances.
Nobody is meant to be perpetually oblivious unless they're in an actual coma!
March 25, 2023
for Writing Challenge - 'O' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
unmindfulness, people,
Form: Acrostic
It sticks to grey matter
where a porous unmindfulness
sponges whatever absorbs.
It fills city bars, taxies, and continents
infecting all with an
unquestioning acceptance,
settled opinions’
one collective belief.
Restroom walls
reveal common urges.
Once while snorkeling
in the Mediterranean,
I surfaced only to find the waves
full of jellyfish.
They did not sting
but I felt translucent tentacles
downloading their wet thoughts
into my persona.
After their probing’s,
I heard the sunlight talking
directly to my skin,
It said:
don't trust the minds of jellyfish.
Categories:
unmindfulness, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It sticks to grey matter,
and membranes
where a porous unmindfulness
turns like a glitter-ball
reflecting and repeating.
It fills hotels or continents
infecting all with an
unquestioning acceptance.
Restroom walls
reveal collective urges.
Once while snorkeling
in the Mediterranean,
I surfaced only to find the waves
full of jellyfish.
They did not sting
but I felt translucent tentacles
downloading their wet dogma
into my persona.
Back on the beach
after their probing’s,
I heard the sunlight talking
directly to my skin.
It said:
don't listen to the jellyfish.
Categories:
unmindfulness, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The arrival of spring greeted again and again,
Each day at the awakening of twilight,
With the songbird’s sweet refrain,
Much to the morning glory’s delight.
But their unmindfulness of this date
Is not shared by the assemblage of students,
Who at this threshold proudly wait
To see the matter formed of their prudence.
About this matter now we ponder-
Marvelously formed in equal steps,
Such that candidates stand and wonder
How to hold it within their precepts.
Then with thoughts of the Most Sublime,
They see skinless, boneless sheep
And know this matter depends not on time,
And begin to fathom that providence is deep.
So through the threshold they step in line,
Equally spaced to receive that common reward.
That matter assembled by the class mind,
To which they now march in cadence toward.
Fully aware that they enter the edifice
Made by the creator of the universe.
They are deemed holy by academic sacrifice
And set free to practice arts diverse.
Categories:
unmindfulness, education, imagination, religion
Form: Rhyme