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Cue
CUE
Deep breath …
And …
Dive …
Cue: Fish
Swimming along alone
Unwittingly … Alarmingly … Lost
In some pea soup or other
Cue: Foghorns
(Cue: Definition
“Anything said or done
On or off stage, that is followed
By some specific line or act”)
Cue: Some moment designated: LOVE
Containing its own built-in distress
Statutory though … So no blame then
And with also some kind of kindness
Inserted just to be on the safe side
As Spring springs to life past Winter
Hmmm … Seems time to learn to listen to learn from Nature
As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, whole lives
Slip by missed since busy spent seeking top marks
Spent forging on from nought to zero and back
For where’s the harm? Where’s the harm?
After all, after all, what’s zero after all
But the ground from whence all …
Hearts grow cold, a cold unnoticed
Hearts go to seed, to lockstep
Lockstep, lockstep, lockstep
From here and now to eternity
Nowhere now forever forever
Unnoticing the Eternity
Already here
Drowning in a homegrown madhouse
TVnRADIO busy busy busy working
Busy bent normalising the unforgivable
Exuding daily an utter absence of gorm
So good to have a friend though
Even if it is kind of imaginary
Children knew what those are all about
Before some way or another forgetting
Alas a loss alas a loss alas a loss
Brightness of eye now bedimmed yet body
Not yet quite hunted to extinction
Has and retains a mind of its own
Descended from apes
… Just not very far
… And not always in the right direction
Sheep bleat, mumble
“Don’t push at the back there”
An immodest silence
Opens and closes
Stuck fast twixt yes or no, cheese or chalk
Meaninglywhile preferring another option
A timeless walleyed stare into the abyss
Doomed to this personal threshold
Deep breath …
And …
Dive …
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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 58.
https://secretkeeper.net/2016/10/10/weekly-writing-challenge-58/
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Weathercaster
WEATHERCASTER
She is my very own weathercaster
Drawing my attention away
Into some conjectured future
Conjuring up expectations
Tinkering with my emotions
Desire and disappointment
Elation, hope and fear
Stoking my imagination
Into creating or revising
My plans and proposals
I’m no longer in the room
I’ve left my body, marooned
Blind … I’m off remote viewing
Living an imaginary scenario
Any hint of current awareness
Has gone for a burton now
Sight, with the other senses
Has gone off line, no signal
A fake weather screensaver
Blocks out any true live contact
With the weather outside my window
Junk Food: Shadorma
May 8
Posted by Ben Naga
JUNK FOOD
Two course meal
First fear then craving
The news comes
With adverts
It’s not called remote control for nothing
The control’s remote
Like this:
Posted in Poetry, Shadorma
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Tags: Power, Self-control, Social commentary, Social control, TV