The Endless Newsreel

watching news or news watching, it’s all the same
crisis, year after year, changing face
day after day, we wade through
grasping at straws,

crisis —
year after year, changing face
pandemic or epidemic, it’s all the same
lonely and contagious virus infecting the soul.

changing face —
year after year, crisis
climate change or changed climate, it’s all the same
burning world, drowning world, starving world, rich world.

year after year —
war or conflict, it’s all the same
innocent lives lost in both attacks and counter-attacks,
and this month a year ago, war erupted in Sudan – forgotten news.

day after day —
a perpetual state of grief,
collective and personal through the lens
of our individual worlds and haunting daily concerns.

crisis —
there’s no time for an oxygen mask
art must fight complex systemic injustices,
standing on social media’s shaky ground, without support.

changing face —
expecting, blaming, grudging and hurting
we show up guarded, wearing our invisible armours
only to talk about weather, for we crave human connection.

crisis —
endless newsreel is not imagination
but a reality as we cling to hope up in flames,
for humans possess a unique skill to both create and destroy.

day after day —
broken and ruptured, we wait for another ration
for how are we to know when the terminator
is finally at our doorstep!

news watching or watching news, it’s all the same
changing face, year after year, crisis
day after day, we trudge
grasping at straws,

Prompt 21. Watching the news, for Write Right @Thotpurge

PS. Featured Image created using Gencraft.

Purposeful Exploration of Life

to capture beauty and share joy is blasphemy.
challenging the decree by gods of productivity
is to explore life before living it with purpose.

to shut the world outside, pause, roam around
the imaginary world is an escapist privilege,
a fleeting respite from an over-scheduled life.

too many “don’ts” like bad news dictate the days.
with each word written, the weight of expectation
lifts, and with each breath comes a deep release.

perhaps, it’s the sheer delight of erasing a blinking.
a cursor on a blank screen is all the wrong reasons
to live out loud, but I’d rather be happy than right.

Prompt 17: Why I Write, for Write Right @Thotpurge