If she were not as kind as strawberries,
If she were not as witty as ice cream,
If she were not as smart as lightening,
If she were not as generous as soap,
If she were not as considerate as sunlight,
If she were not as thoughtful as old shoes,
If she were not as pleasant as lavender,
If she were not as gracious as a deer,
If she were not as strong as oak,
If she were not as merciful as a chair,
If she were not as energetic as a squirrel,
If she were not as wise as a raven,
If she were not as curious as a fox.
If she were not as mischievous as the moon,
If she were not as elegant as a falcon,
If she were not as benevolent as a wolf
If she were not as fun as an orange,
If she were not as beautiful as a loon’s song,
If she were not all those things,
I would never have been able to bring myself
To forgive her for her sin of mentioning
(In passing)
That we humans were evolving
Towards a “higher consciousness”.
Whew!
This poem is an attempt at a comical reflection on my nearly quixotic distaste for the term “higher consciousness”, which I have explained here.
Your poem made me smile. Thank you for that!
I’m so glad! Thank you for telling me.
It is indeed hilarious … not sure I’d truly appreciate those descriptions … but where is this higher consciousness group, can they find me with ESP?
Thanks, Kate. I don’t know. We could ask, but would it be necessary to ask?
lol definitely, I’m not there yet Paul 🙂
Oh I meant they’d know our questions already. 😀
I love this poem; great job
Thank you! Welcome to the blog. I hope to see you often.
Somehow I got the image of you writing this poem, Paul, at a desk with two bowls of words, one at your right (adjectives) and one at your left (verbs). And a notebook in front of you and a pencil in your hand. You pick a word from the right. “Witty!” you exclaim. And then one from the left. “Mm! Ice cream! Witty.. as… ice cream…” you scribble. Fun.
That would be fun! In a way, I actually did that. Half way through I had a minor case of writer’s block — couldn’t think of any more adjectives. So I went to Teresums, who was in a chat room, and said to her: “Come up with a dozen positive character traits for someone. Now! Chop! Chop! Or death comes before dawn!” She did, bless her. And then I just added what they made me think of. So she was my right hand bowl today.
Hahaha
😀