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My Plea For Help

I was in the middle of creating when I realized how gloomy everything was turning. I was placing mean words on the paper. I had started with the word inspiration…..so how had this happened?  I stared in horror at my words, which had turned dark and angry.  

Apparently I had spent too much time in my tomb this weekend – blinds shut, dog on lap, two fourteen hour days of sheer darkness, lit only by unhappy fast moving TV people – detectives, solving murder after murder. A steady diet of UGH.

Have you taken a peek at your children and grandchildren’s video games? I have. They are not much better than what I had done to myself this weekend. But they are younger, and I should have known better. All this yellow tape and meanness to humanity is not good for this garden-loving grandma.
I can only imagine children’s bleak hopelessness on Monday after a steady diet of swear words and killing on the weekends. Has anyone who is an adult played Fortnight? The most popular killing video game and free to your children?  I can barely function today after my weekend, and I am supposedly a grownup.
Take a peek at what your children are doing.  And help them, and then come to my house, tear down my blinds and break my TV okay?

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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Rhona Mcferran Date: 9/13/2018 2:08:00 AM I love how your poetry is often about these little *realization* moments... As so often we are all on auto-pilot, not really stopping to think about what we do, or think, or live... and what you said in this poem is SO TRUE. I love the line "A steady diet of UGH."- such a perfect description! I stopped watching regular TV ages ago, but as I can't seem to live without internet... I still have a "diet of UGH" sometimes. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/13/2018 7:20:00 AM A steady diet of UGH is so dangerously didastardously horrible for me. I know it, and yet, there I sit, as if glued to a recliner in a dark angry room.

Sheri Fresonke Harper Date: 9/12/2018 7:22:00 PM Enjoy whatever's left of your garden, my sympathy Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/12/2018 9:09:00 PM I shall do exactly that, Sheri. I know when I need to become an outside woman.