AT THE GATE

Posted on July 2, 2017 by | 2 Comments

 

 

On the other side,
senses tuned
to the endless spectacle,

I have not time to waste
on unresolved plotless dramas,
soap opera sideshows.

Disbelief and bad acting
have held me paralyzed
at the gate—it’s time

to turn away
and let my mind graze
on its own.

                         for Ted Waddell

 

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2 responses to “AT THE GATE”

  1. Lenore Brashear | July 2, 2017 at 8:03 am | Reply

    Maybe if everyone turned away the plotless dramas would slowly disappear. Even bad actors need an audience.

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  2. Laurie | July 7, 2017 at 10:28 am | Reply

    Yup. And meanwhile, there’s a lot of work to do to try to keep the world turning as it should.

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