THE POET BY DAY

Illustration courtesy of Frits Ahlefeldt, Public Domain Pictures.net.

“I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing.” Hubert Sibley, Jr.,Requiem for a Dream


Our scripts poorly written, poems stillborn.

Our music silent. Impoverished souls.

Victims of that

glib dreamscape of Madison Avenue

and Wall Street parvenu, preachers too-

We have lost our muscle and

they have built for us an iron lung.

Using it well, they line their pockets

with the gold of crippled spirits –

While we, the pedestrian heroes of

blue Mondays, stale “Pastor says” Sundays,

and Christmas at the mall, where

manufactured dreams are sold –

we buy-in, shop dead, and

are swallowed whole.

© 2011, Jamie Dedes

WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT

In this week’s poems tell us about values gone awry.

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