Wednesday, 5 December 2018

the entitled

another brush with an entitled one:

one of those ego-centric souls who
seem not-to-know what it is to look
at a tree or a sky or a sea – who have
no reverence for true beauty – nor a
drop of empathy – nor a thought to
what they want their lives to be about

another brush with an entitled one:

one of the I-won't-be-around-when-
the-planet-dies-kind – the all consuming
gas-guzzling more-is-better customer –
who want cheap designer labels – and
their produce pesticided, shrink wrapped
on styrofoam – and plastic bags provided

another brush with an entitled one:

one of the I-got-mine-kind – forget about
letting them in at the back of the line –
keep 'em out – just let things be – damn
bleeding hearts – killing the whole country –
the haters of change and diversity –
the I-pay-taxes – what-about-me-kind

another brush with an entitled one:

I breathe deep as I deplore their conduct
… silently …
I remind myself the defeatism
lapping at the soul of my being, will have
– likely – somewhat lessened by the morrow
and the fire of my sadness – assuaged

into a smoulder ... until another brush

note:  As I mentioned last week, Sherry Blue Sky and I have been putting together a piece on Repetition in Poetry for her column at Poets United.  That column can be found at 'A Few Notes in Praise of Repetition'

photo:  See. Soar. –  Seen here, is a picture of the Victoria, B.C. Inner Harbor (that I took last summer) – a much loved place from my past.  This magnificent seaport, kitty-corned, as it is, by the grand Empress Hotel and the British Columbia Legislature, has always struck me as an extraordinary space where wealth and power - and just plain folk - look out upon  a stunning natural vista.  Boats and seaplanes and tourists and street performers come and go amid double decker buses and horse drawn carriages and restaurants and beautiful flora.  Views of the Olympic Mountains are a short –  and lovely – walk away.  It is literally, a little corner of the world that is just packed with awesomeness to feast your eyes upon.  What really resonated with me, by way of an image for this poem, though, was the banner hanging in the corner of it:   'See.  Soar.'  Love it!  If only more mortals, could go forth, on this planet, taking in and reflecting on, that which lies, beyond themselves.  

© 2018 Wendy Bourke


  1. I really DO like the way you work with repetition, Wendy. It definitely strengthens your message. There are definitely too many 'entitled ones' around. People who don't care what happens to our planet because they won't be around to see it. You have described, in each stanza, a different kind of 'entitled one.' The total image makes my blood boil!

  2. I so agree, one can see the apathy and entitlement grow, seep into even the kids growing up in my city where the income disparity is so huge, it is ridiculous. And you're so right- I just grumble and watch and wait for another day.

  3. The repetition is effective in this poem, Wendy. I agree about the people who don't care about the planet.

  4. The repetition certainly works well! Your words are too sadly true.

  5. Your words express what I feel. The use of repetition serves to highlight the truth you write. I look forward to Monday to read about the use of repetition in poetry. It certainly works so well in this poem.

  6. You are saying how i feel better than i can find words to say it. I love the "See. Soar" sign. And that beautiful harbour. Repetition works so well here, Wendy. I am looking forward to Monday!

  7. Wow! Such an incredibly eloquent poem this is, Wendy!💞 The opening line instantly drew me in as I marveled at the honesty with which you describe those who are least bothered with what's happening around them. The world needs to change its perspective and fast!

  8. Loved this write!! And the photo!

  9. I know everyone has said it, but... I must mention it, too: the repetition does wonders for this. It doesn't only work because it makes it sound like a litany (with some teeth), but also because it keeps reminding us just how much this sort of nonsense keeps on happening again and again.

  10. The repetition certainly worked for me--it made what followed those lines less about a single person and more about a collective spirit of meanness pretending to be reason. It was funny and then horrific, a good build-up.

  11. A perfect example of using words as a hammer to nail the truth down through repetition.

  12. Repetition does work well when getting a message across a little stronger. Well done Wendy!!

  13. I'm afraid I know a lot of people just like the entitled ones you describe. (Sometimes it's hard for me to be civil to them.)

  14. I think you speak for most of us, Wendy, about the unfairness we see even more of these days and those who were born on 3rd base and go through life thinking they hit a triple. (An old metaphor, but apt, I think.)