The Goslings
Poetry Piątek #35
Oh, humans...
They snapshoot my cuteness,
keeping their trash out of frame so their
insta feeds don't show how
they kill me.
There’s new life in the park. And much more still to come. You can see where the little goslings are by looking for the groups of people pointing their phones towards the water. Yes, that does include me. The little birds are cute and look nice in your insta feed. What does surprise me, though, is that this love for these little animals does not come with an urge to care for their habitat. The park is littered with all sorts of trash. From facemasks to candywrappers and drink cans to even a defunct fishing rod.
I do try to pick up some of that trash, and I see the city workers are doing their rounds in the park to keep it clean, but still. There is a lot of rubbish ending up in the water, threatening the cute newborns.
Hopefully, that will get better. And given that the bins in the park are quite full at the end of these nice days, is a sign that people do use them. I just wish everybody did. Until then, I try to capture the most interesting pieces of trash I find in Litterati.
The poem above is a tritriplicata, a poetic form I created. If you want to know more about it, click here to find answers to some of the questions you might have.
Show your appreciation for poetry. Share this edition of the Tripple Effect newsletter, or fuel upcoming issues with a cup of coffee.
Poetry Elsewhere
A touch of instapoetry this week in this part of the newsletter. Firs one in Dutch. I like particularly how you can see this “found poetry” is created. You can see the process in the end result. It’s untitled, I believe, and in Dutch. And it reminded me of Lisa Bolin’s poetry sculpture. Have you tried creating one?
Susanna Newsonen writes poetry in which you can see she was a happiness guru for a long time. Her poems are often a good guide to feeling more happy, like this one.
Travel. It has been more difficult the last year. But the road is still calling. This poem by Message Saved As Draft captures that longing for being en route quite well: Keep Driving.