This year, high summer has cast
a tidal wave of rhetorical bullshit.
We swim in an ocean of it.
It’s smeared over every beach,
masking the sweet scent of sunscreen
with its bitter stink until nothing’s left
of August’s decadence.
Sunny holidays disappear
into autumn shadows,
night falls far too soon,
and the stench of decomposed
promises cannot be masked
by rotting leaves and wood smoke.
Looming out of morning mist and fog,
in every city and on every street,
is a long cold winter,
when politician’s fecal matter
will be the only source of heat.
Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Smoke and Mirrors, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
This Tuesday, Amaya is back with a pertinent question and three wonderful poems, one by James Galvin, my favourite poem by Rilke, and one by our very own Rajani Radhakrishnan.
She wants us to think about our own place within the ‘complex construct of empty rhetoric and doublespeak, optical illusion and obscure motives’ while remembering that writing poetry is a clear and simple form of rebellion against a world that is anything but clear and simple.
Amaya asks us to use whichever devices we have at our disposal in whichever poetic form we choose to write a poem about our own experience of ‘smoke and mirrors’.
I love how you used the clarity here to take a stand against the deception of politicians (especially those who promises that everything is simple to solve)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Bjorn!
LikeLike
The amount your lot are hemorrhaging is frightening. We all have our share though.
LikeLiked by 1 person
True. Things are looking shaky in Italy at the moment and France is on thin political ice too.
LikeLike
Italy is always on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but I don’t see much evidence of political meltdown here. The social media would have you believe there is social unrest on a massive scale here. It’s not true. They use the same old clips over and over. Bordeaux was a hotspot—the official count last Saturday was 40 Gilets Jaunes, old timers, having a picnic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s likely that the pollution in the ocean is directly proportional to the pollution coming out of politicians’ mouths (and yes, rear ends too!)
LikeLiked by 1 person
I just stood up and clapped Kim!! Bravo. I am so sick of politicians… and we have one of the worst in our midst.
LikeLiked by 3 people
I can’t believe that they are holding on to their powerful positions,when all they do is embarrass themselves.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I know!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice last two lines. Hopefully there will be another way to stay warm this winter.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I’m looking for new storage heaters. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
WOW! Kim…an amazing write. These words “the stench of decomposed
promises cannot be masked” and the idea of smeared like sunscreen lotion…It doesn’t get more damning than “politicians’ fecal matter” — in your country or mine.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Lill. I’m just so fed up with the way things are going, I had to write this poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A brilliant juxstaposition, Kim!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Frank!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh how I wish we had a vacuum to gather up the earth’s politicians’ shit storms and blast it — and them — to outer space.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Me too!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aint that the truth. This is really poweful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
Oh yes, the wave of rhetorical bullshit and the stench of decomposed promises. Sigh. Spreading far and wide, too, these days. Ghastly. Your poem states it so well. Loved it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Sherry!
LikeLike
Damn, so hard-hitting, like a jab to the throat. I love it when others of you finally get fed up, and go politico with your poetics which is my ballywick–come on in, the dissent is fine. Some excellent word-smithing here too. Rise up, we poets, chastise and rage on!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Glenn!
LikeLike
Decomposed promises…that’s an understatement! (K)
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Decomposed promises for sure! and… recycled… and regurgitated! Great images!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cheers Dwight!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A hard read, Kim, and a long cold winter — that’s scary, Kim. I was hoping for an early spring. Politics now doesn’t mean the same as it did some years back.
..
LikeLiked by 1 person
The world isn’t the same, Jim.
LikeLike
Oh that is a strong dissenting poem, Kim… very nicely done.
And I saw in your notes that my poem came up on the prompt in Dverse… delighted! I had no idea! Thank you for the mention. I don’t have a copy of that anthology, but now, it appears I must!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Rajani. The dVerse anthology has been out a while now but I dip into it occasionally. I hope there will be a new one soon.
LikeLike
I don’t go to dverse any more because the time difference doesn’t work and by the time I see the prompt, write and post, the world has moved on!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Most prompts are open all week, Rajani. It would be lovely to see you there.
LikeLike
ouch, scathingly accurate, love your descriptive words
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Kate!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kim — the Brexit mess we view from America is a slow-motion nightmare of driving slowly and steadily straight into a wreck. But we are really watching ourselves in horror, you know, as the world is watching itself in horror in a shattered mirror of false human mastery. The ship of fools sails right at the iceberg, like a turd flushing itself out and down. Your poem is ripely true.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brexit is really worrying, but I view the news from the US with horror.
LikeLike
I’ve been getting news of Brexit from NPR and BBC America, and nothing I’ve heard sounds good at all. The Tories seem hell bent on going through with their madness, unfazed by the terrifying economic possibilities on the horizon. And Boris Johnson is a baffling figure at the head of all this. Sadly this does seem to be a global issue. The whole world knows about our Orange Overlord in the U.S. and his boundless capacity for reckless stupidity. I hope we can turn things around at some point. I am tired of wading through their feces.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Boris and the Donald are very similar, in hairstyle, arrogance and misogyny. Brexit is scary. My daughter, who has an Irish birth certificate and passport, is so worried that she’s applying for dual nationality. I should have stayed in Germany.
LikeLike
Good luck to your daughter, and to you as well. Germany seems to be one of the few grownups in the room on the world stage.
I am doing my best, going to protests and helping local people get elected who will stand against Agent Orange’s excesses. I just hope the efforts of all of us like minded folks here will be enough until the 2020 elections, because it’s clear no one is coming to the rescue until then.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Rommy. I hope enough like-minded folks spread the word and the orange one is voted out asap. The question is, who will be next?
LikeLike
I’m hoping for a Warren/Castro ticket, but I’ll vote for anyone, including my dog, over Tangerine Palpatine.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fingers crossed for your dog!
LikeLike
Stop holding back, Kim, ha, love this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😃
LikeLike
Political discussions this summer have indeed been disgusting!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow! Such a tonal change carried out in such a refreshing manner, Kim! This is so so good. The fecal matter of these politicians is going to stink even worse, it seems to me.
I wonder how long we can dissent in our part of the world. Anyone can be imprisoned here now after some amendments to certain draconian laws and removal of some important provisions in such an undemocratic manner, and it has been done in such a sly manner that the entire world has forgotten to pay heed.
I absolutely love your diction here: “It’s smeared over every beach,/masking the sweet scent of sunscreen/with its bitter stink until nothing’s left/of August’s decadence.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Anmol. I’m not keen on writing when I’m outraged. but this time it seems to have worked. 😉 History is repeating itself, as far as I can see, the whole world over. , Politicians have always been sly and never listen to the people they are supposed to serve.
LikeLike
The real problem is (IMO) no one on any side is listening. Just plowing ahead with their own agenda. Government doesn’t work well that way. Your poem is obviously very passionate and packs a punch with its metaphors!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Margaret. You’re quite right about politicians ploughing ahead with their own agendas – it’s happening here too. They won’t listen to us.
LikeLike
SMiLes i live in the Thick
of the Brown Matter You
Describe thing is Trump
Is Spoon Feeding all of it
Precisely what it wants to Hear
You would Understand if you came
where i live and Listened in to the Actual
Folks who Religiously Go to the Polls and
Vote as far as they Will Go For Manure for their Mind crops…
You Can Find them
At the Fast Food
Restaurants for
Break Fast
in the
Morning
Angry Old
White Men and
their Underlings who
do not understand Change
is any Part of their World at all…
Ripe For A Dictator of Words that Please their Fast Food Meal…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Scary!
LikeLiked by 1 person
In
Deed..;)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Kim-so THAT’s what that smell was! Politicians – yuck!
LikeLiked by 1 person
😄
LikeLiked by 1 person
Kim, you do venom well (unfortunately, I guess, but also fortunately.) ~
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLike