Well, again I have to do two poems in one day because I never got time to sit down yesterday and write. This is hard! Between working and being mom, there is no time for things like writing and exercising and reading and contemplating...important things, but during this phase of my life, they go by the wayside. Ah, well. Here we go...
I think the real American Dream died
in the cold of the night
and no body was ever found.
No somber obituary was written,
no grand eulogy was delivered
in a breaking voice
before a weeping crowd.
Our Dream slipped away from us
her heart hollowed from neglect,
already become a hungry ghost
while we worried with prejudice,
felt our hearts break or soar
for unreal lives on a flat screen,
shopped for Rollback specials at box stores.
That one's been floating around in the brainpan for a few weeks...not fully formed. I think the above was just a draft. A direct response to my recent unsavory dealings with banks and bureaucracy and a resulting new understanding of the general fragility of "durable goods" such as houses and vehicles and such.
Will have to get to the next poem later. For now, I have to work.