Oh the agony in which I dwell,
lost in a vacuum of identity,
struggling in this wilderness of misconception,
enduring the bias to my clan
by those dreadful tales
about rogue grizzlies and polar rage.
And then I must endure
having to live in the shadow
of a firefighting relative named Smokey.
Where is my redemption of persona
amid the images crafted for my brethren?
How I wish once they would grant us
the same adorable lore as the fabled Pooh.
Perhaps I’ll ponder a plan to weave
some bear magic unto mankind’s heart,
visiting a house while the owners are gone
to leave a mark that I dropped by,
then maybe they will know how we feel
about the Goldilocks episode.
Granting us some attention
without a season in need of a rifle
or one that ends up with us in some zoo,
as long as it doesn’t involve
using my hide as a rug.
How precious it would be
if human minds could be open
to the simple possibility
we would enjoy more out of life
than some fish or honey.
Author notes
picture courtesy contest host
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration by FloridaGatorQueen.
525 points, ended November 26, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Delightful consideration of the many commercial and sensational associations we connect with bears. I particularly enjoyed "leave a mark that I dropped by, ...how we feel about the Goldilocks episode." Very enjoyable
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a very nice write . . inspirational and cute . . good use of "bear" figures . . best of luck in the contest !!
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This is an awesome poem. I like your thoughts about bears. It makes one think. I enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest
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I love this I love bears teddy bears and real bears, and we treat these beautiful creatures so badly mostly because we dont understand them,
another great write from a favourite poet
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