this week's prompt was "Resolve."My poem:
Good luck with that!
We demand an explanation,
the definitive, final, this-time-it’s-right answer,
a resolution to all our concerns
an unraveling of the mysteries.
We want “just the facts m’am,”
tied up in a neat conclusion,
none of this scientific uncertainty.
No preponderance of evidence,
no ninety-five percent confidence,
we want proof.
We want things cleared up,
to get to the bottom of it all,
we want it resolved!
Good luck with that.
August 23, 2008
sgreerpitt
17 comments:
Love this - especially the humor and the loop back to the begining in the last line, nice post!
And we'd need luck, 'cos there's no such thing. A point you make well.
I loved it. Made me laugh which I love. And it's so true. Not only do we want it all resolved, we want it handed to us on a silver platter.
I have to add that with 10 cats you have to be passionately opinionated to survive.
Very good. It made me miss 'CSI' *smiles*
This poem shows the clash between the scientific age and the move into postmodernity. Very nice.
Good luck, indeed. I wonder why we cling to certainty when experience shows we never have it!
A clear snap shot of human nature with a dash of humor. Ain't it the truth!
Given a choice I much prefer the grey mysteries of this or that, and maybes, to the black and white concrete conclusions of life. Driving a grey car makes it much easier to change directions when I come to crossroads in life.
How true is that!! We want it but it just doesn't happen enough. Great poem.
thanks for all the great comments. I'd just finished up reading an long discussion thread on global warming when I wrote this poem.
Terrific! True!
I even recognized Sgt. Friday-don't think anyone else is probably old enough for that!
Great poem.
heart warming humor,courtsey:(thread on global warming)_many thanks..
I love how this made me see: anything less than 100% correct does not mean 0% correct.
Excellent.
A wonderful poem, Sue! Funny and intelligent! Love it! :)
a strong point made with wonderful humor...
As your poem suggests, the resolve we most want is the one all polished and groomed by someone else! No personal pain involved! Love this!
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