STAGNANT #poetry by jay

When things seem too stagnant
and the world too difficult,
ponds and rivers and streams 
don’t flow,

and words and music and lyrics
don’t rhyme or reason, 
a note to fret, a sound delivered
of logic or heaven.

The negating and the infantile
unleash like wild beasts,
as the population mounts
their ego’s deceased.


Humanity pins their faces to walls
of social-media accounts 
and digital digitizing, 
replaces their hearts and dislodges
their brains,


and the lovely old lady
down the street spews hate, 
and your neighbors nice family
lacks that familiar repose, as you

contemplate, how the man 
over-there,
doesn’t show you 
his cool collection 
of vintage cars anymore.

No more can you claim your humanity
next to someone you knew as friend,
as they, unrelentingly bash your good name
for play.  

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Elia Pellegrini on Unsplash

14 thoughts on “STAGNANT #poetry by jay

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  1. Fantastic, Jay! You are always so good at this — at finding that right binding of words that paint the image just so: “The negating and the infantile
    unleash like wild beasts,
    as the population mounts
    their ego’s deceased.”

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