Archive | April 2017

NEWS ANGST

 

April 2, 2017  upon watching Martha Radditz on a Sunday morning show

Oh, dear Martha Radditz, you always look so pained. The world weighs ever so heavily on you; your angst is surely not feigned.
 
But darling, darling lady, you have brought this on yourself. Somewhere along your path of choice, from Zanzibar to Quelph,
 
you’ve studied, worried, fretted, wailed from every single rooftop, until your voice, and loud concerns have led us to shout, “Stop!”
 
Stop your constant warnings! Your unfounded great concern that the rest of the world is unable to listen, unable to discern
 
just what we need to worry ’bout, just what we need to think. You’re making yourself quite ill, my dear, predicting all will sink.
 
Find some good antacid, sip a little soda. Get some rest, put up your feet. Read a little Yoda.
 
Ask your massage therapist to smooth your furrowed brow, un-hunch your thin, stooped shoulders. Find a comfy hammock upon a tropical bough.
 
Put all away, Dearheart. Take a long vacation. Please leave it to someone else to report upon our nation.
 
We shall be fine. We shall survive. The USA is strong. All will be well, my anxious gal, not every pol is wrong.
 
Not every story needs your twist, nor does your stomach need it. Chill out, Miss Martha, chill out, retire. Let someone other anxious, talking head tell us how to heed it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

APRIL NAPOWRIMO

Another month of poetry

Another month of fun,

or sorrow, and/or make believe,

as we await long days with sun.

 

Ever the returning challenge

to choose the words to say

with precision and great poignancy

events’ effects each day.

 

Not only great catastrophes,

but tiny baby toes.

Everything that strikes me

as influencing smiles, or woes.

 

I hope to see more joy, than pain,

as these thirty days pass by;

once all is said and all is done

to sigh a pleasant sigh.

 

April 2, 2017