The News

morning dawns

a new day

the headlines silently scream

from the paper by the door

the byline of today

and the postscript of yesterday's trials

startled and alert

the ink flows off the newsprint

onto the floor

an ebon pool of intrigue

speaking in impartial tongues

of all the possibilities

the day may bring

have you heard the news today?

rays of light leak through the blinds

and the clock strikes the hour

the seconds have their say

but all the days are ours

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

this is, i think a poem about a moment observed and is painted with words into an early morning image..

[John Sullivan]

You are indeed shrewd, miss Stella. This one is from my writer's group, our prompt was to write about someone waking up to the best day of their life, or something to that effect. A moment and an image indeed....

[Stella Armour]

Ah , well you certainly did well with the prompt … a lovely write John.

[John Sullivan]

Thank you for your kind thoughts. Cheers from the Colonies!

[Stella Armour]

My pleasure..

[Dave Brown]

I feel a bit sorry for the newspapers with TV slowly but surely taking over
however, I still enjoy poking through the pages.

[John Sullivan]

I was a student journalist in college, and remain a news junkie to this day. There's something wonderfully tactile about paper. Anyways, thanks for reading

[Perdition]

"the seconds have their say"

Love the back-and-forth of this one. I can see (although not mentioned) of a cup of coffee and the backdrop of the details in the room surrounding, Pages of news screaming out some Armageddon. This has a wonderful and heavy ease of imagery...chopping of line to line bringing out the juxtaposition of your room surrounding the news and images as if to say ...it all goes on. Thoroughly enjoyed this one~

[John Sullivan]

Thank you so much, friend. And yes indeed, there was coffee. Strong coffee

[Perdition]

My pleasure~