I have not been feeling good and my sinuses have been driving me crazy. My son wrote this poem and would really like some opinions on it. So please, we’d appreciate knowing what you think of it. Thank you.
Today Shall Not Live in Infamy
One fine morning like all fine mornings
Misses awoke before her husband and children
Fixed breakfast to their perfection
Mister and Children eat and leave
With his children to school, on his path to work
Air raid sirens begin to blare
Some ran down sidewalks to shelter, many walk
More ignored them as mister did
It’s just another drill
Buttons are pushed, keys are turned, and codes are entered
Huddled around a radio, the west coast is gone!
The lights flicker, thunder is in the distance
Too late it is no longer a drill
A flash of light and eternity is reached
Infamy is eradicated
wow I'd say your son is talented.A very interesting heartfelt poem.
ReplyDeleteI am wondering how old your son is. I ask because the poem's thesis would fit more into the 1960's than today. Apart from limited terrorism, 21st. century conflicts will be on the economic/financial front. That said, this is obviously written from the heart, and shows a deep concern. I like the way he has tied the affairs of a common-place family into a world shattering event. If he is new to prose poetry, I would like to see more of his work before mundanely commenting on structure and syntax and punctuation. Best wishes to you both.
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ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing as Altonian, although I was thinking it was back in the 1940s with all of the air raids. I had visions of those documentary clips taken in England during WW2.
ReplyDeleteVery well written.
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