Written for: November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge - Day 12
"For today's prompt, write a future poem. The future could mean years into the future, or it could be less than a minute. Or it could be a poem in the past that looks at the future that is still in our current past. Time travel is so tricky."
Allay my worries of future.
Repaint present ink-black picture
of incompetent shoe shufflers.
Stop the slaughter. Stop the slaughter.
Our own country is one of greed,
on fears and fallacies they feed.
In power, what have they achieved?
Best to take heed. Best to take heed.
Restore us to love and caring.
Where is the respect and sharing?
The inequities are glaring.
Start noticing. Start noticing.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.