The full moon heat
blasts a tinged round glow
and it’s all too much;
time to write in my journal
and turn the TV off.
Perusing poems in boxes,
old files on amber paper
turning slowly, looking
for a clue
a message somewhere,
from relatives past.
I find photos instead of
my friend who lived to be 106.
He was a fiddle maker who
mourned that people lived under bridges
and he wondered how things could get so bad.
But then he finally faded away
as folks freaked out about Y2K.
Fast forward to the “end” in 2012,
when apocalyptic cranks amped up the pace,
rationalizing monstrous CEOs
fled outsourced cities
leaving chemical dumps and nuclear waste.
One year later it’s 2013
fancy phones cost hundreds per month,
claiming you need it…
the overload, the upgrade, faster, faster
trending, bending, twerking, jerking
crazy makers faking burns for attention.
You’re not big enough for me to waste my time
claims some crème de la foo foo, with a flick of her wrist.
You don’t know me but I know you, say I.
Frenetic tactics require hits and likes, likes and hits,
it’s so me, me, me me!
“Look at me Mommy, look at me!”
Adults are simply children
in big bodies posing and fluffing
searching for an unfulfilled dream.
I’m shutting it down, tapping the screen-
Excuse me please, don’t intend to be rude
but I can’t stand this place or the attitude.
I’ve gone to look for whales.
Journal prompt. Free write about how you feel when you read the news or are checking what topics are trending on the internet. Don’t worry about timing, punctuation or proper grammar. Just get the thoughts and feelings out.
Discussion: This is the third write of a poem that may or may not work for the reader. I’ll probably end up editing it again. I was flipping through TV channels when I saw that some girl faked getting burned as an internet prank. I was in a burn accident caused by an engine overheating and, let me tell you, it is not something you would ever joke about. And all the hoo-haw about twerking? Whatever consenting adults want to do is their business. I’m not watching. Smartphones? Love ’em but can’t stand the ads. Do people talk together anymore?
So last week the hubby and I decided to take a drive to the coast and visit with part of the family. It was just what we needed yet I wondered if we should buy a radiation detector. More later. Love you all.
Copyright © 2013 photography & poetry by Susan E. Rowland