The television began to tremble.
I was not paying attention
but I liked the sound of female voices
and the rumble of traffic
as the news was trucked along
numerous ethereal routs
across a homeland that I had been taught
was the only place locatable
by a news watching public.
The plasma screen was dissolving,
was actually weeping
I could not tell if its tears
were of joy or sadness.
Something had happened,
something had shocked the television
out of its usual studio-based blah.
A voice attached to a female
was announcing breaking news,
a team of scientific explorers
had discovered the almost unbelievable,
they had found other dead countries!
We, the viewing public, like the experts
had assumed we were the only
dead country that could be found
on any atlas,
but now whole continents
of defunct, dying, and dead lands
were emerging out of a once living past.
Naturally, I was tremendously amazed,
tremendously confused,
tremendously upset
though I was not sure why,
but because I cared deeply
for the female voice of the TV
I also began to cry.
Categories:
locatable, poetry,
Form: Free verse
would you want it if it was perfect?
if the prize held no surprise
if the fabric stretched without wrinkles
without flaws or pills or mars
when you hold it up for inspection
you discover interwoven golden threads
while light dances on the beauty
of the yards in softest hues
would you want it if it was perfect?
a trail without twists and turns
a gravel road that stretches out
five hundred miles or more
not charted on any printed maps
not locatable by GPS
your high beams showing all that's true
on a path that is not so daunting
would you want it if it was perfect?
a photograph in black and white
airbrushed is the quality
hiding what doesn't meet the eye
framed upon the mantle
with a Mona Lisa smile
that brings up all the questions
of what is and won't be known
would you want it if it was perfect?
if the prisoner held no fight
it they surrendered their weapon
raising a white flag in the night
giving up all resistance
giving up all conviction
if you won the battle
but still you lost the war
Categories:
locatable, introspection
Form: Free verse