Retro
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
Don’t show me a new home with a robot maid and a smart speaker. I’d rather visit a stone floored cabin with one exposed light bulb. I fear we worship the wrong idols. Power hungry men hoard money and favor, make cars and rockets instead housing and feeding the cold and hungry. Consumers pound to the drum beat of want. In that small room with nothing but time and quiet, we could begin to remember that what we actually need, what brings joy, is never for sale.
Amen to that! I live in a coastal village normally with 30% occupancy but now during holiday season bloated with visitors.
Houses of 3 or 4 bedrooms that are used three or four weeks out of 52.
Such abundance of wealth yet paucity of generosity in the midst of a housing crisis we are suffering now in Australia.
Thank you for your thought provoking poems.