Dotted i's and Crossed T's

Dotted i’s and Crossed T’s
Humankind
So many variations on the same theme...
Human, kind?
Bags of bones, mostly water, mostly standing up right
While looking upside down - judging, comparing, so few seem satisfied
Human, unkind
Bag of bones, mostly water...salty water from eyes that leak
From too much of one thing or another - extremes, streaming, dreaming

Humanity the collective, the whole
Exploding population, expanding into space
Effervescent bubbles of thoughts forever seeking grace

Macro, micro, communities
Collections of accented communications
Some attempting to be good stewards of all the earth bound ‘lings’

Time revolves will ‘man’ resolve
All the bitter with the sweet?
It all depends on who you ask,
Those just passing by in fancy cars,
Those walking to and fro or
Those whose heads are held high with confidence or
Those who will barely lift their heads to see where their feet fall, to
Those actually living in the street...

~~~
There on the park bench, she sat
Tossing popcorn to the pigeons
While the world continued to pass her by
Once an artist, drawing words - unrecognizable
Compared to the photo on the dust jacket of the last published book...
She still had enough marbles to smile
At the babies in their strollers and sigh when they smiled back
They seemed to understand each other in their brief exchanged glances
As long as there was life perhaps for humankind there remained some chances...

JP/davh April 25, 2012 Written for; the prompt word Humankind: http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/prompt-103-its-post-your-poems-day/


Late but here none the less; process notes... I am not the woman on the bench...have not been published yet. And while it is one view, I did not mean 'her' to be homeless, just perhaps forgotten. I let the muse direct the flow and that is what happened in this case.