POEM: GOTCHA

June 10, 2012 · Scotorum

This was written in response to this week’s CPC Magic Monday poetry challenge theme, the Magic of Headlines.

Daily headlines line my head.
Trailing deadlines drag like lead.
Real headlines infest like weed,
enhance or hinder lawn of need.

Some reflect a noble creed;
some announce a dirty deed.
Did star Freddie eat a rodent?
Did he do what sane one wouldn’t?

Headlines spotlight victories
for large competing entities:
Sputnik Launched in Western sleep;
Man Lands On Moon, one giant leap.

Headline magic defines day
It is all in what you say.
Compact phrase to grab the eye,
pull eye’s owner in to buy.

Headline magic rustles thought:
milestones marked or come to naught;
some in a dispute are caught
or beg to ask: What hath God wrought?

Headline magic dreams fulfill
every longing of the will.
Type it bold on your heartscreen,
where its content can be seen.

Headline dream spotlights a wish
to reflect the perfect dish:
garden peace served every day
with mounds of love as the entree.