http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-28#comment-3509302
Four weeks in and only three days left. Boy, time flies!
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) News,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: “Good News,” “Bad News,” “Daily News,” and “Old News.”
Four weeks in and only three days left. Boy, time flies!
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) News,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles include: “Good News,” “Bad News,” “Daily News,” and “Old News.”
NO NEWS
by John Yeo
Fed up with the daily flood of horror that masquerades as news
I was determined to live a solitary life, a detox of the daily blues.
I locked myself in a cabin, deep in a remote pine forest
No electricity or communication to carry a negative process.
I closed the door, picked up my pen, then I began to write.
My mind drifted over many things in the silent evening light.
I put another log on the fire as I wrote by the flames of the firelight.
An owl hooted quite close by hunting in the depths of the night.
Silence closed in as the embers of the fire burned low
The moon was bright with a cold white shadowy glow.
A million beautiful twinkling stars filled the forest skies,
Adding magic to the moment of my solitary sleepy demise.
With my concentration on my imagination, the present faded into the past.
Realisation quickly dawned, the facts somehow hard to grasp,
Our ancestors had no instant news or a worldwide nosey net.
I am a child of today, my dependant withdrawal symptoms set.
The future is here, the bad news is clear, I could never live without it.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved
by John Yeo
Fed up with the daily flood of horror that masquerades as news
I was determined to live a solitary life, a detox of the daily blues.
I locked myself in a cabin, deep in a remote pine forest
No electricity or communication to carry a negative process.
I closed the door, picked up my pen, then I began to write.
My mind drifted over many things in the silent evening light.
I put another log on the fire as I wrote by the flames of the firelight.
An owl hooted quite close by hunting in the depths of the night.
Silence closed in as the embers of the fire burned low
The moon was bright with a cold white shadowy glow.
A million beautiful twinkling stars filled the forest skies,
Adding magic to the moment of my solitary sleepy demise.
With my concentration on my imagination, the present faded into the past.
Realisation quickly dawned, the facts somehow hard to grasp,
Our ancestors had no instant news or a worldwide nosey net.
I am a child of today, my dependant withdrawal symptoms set.
The future is here, the bad news is clear, I could never live without it.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo All rights reserved
Image from the net
RSS Feed
