Well, it’s officially here…the autumn of 2012—at least, of course, as far as where I’m from is concerned. To be brutally honest, too, I was really looking forward to a productive week this past week as usual, but sorry as I am to say it, such wasn’t the case. Rather than kvetch and carry on about it, however, I’ve chosen to share with you a poem that reflects my current attitude about the situation, so without further ado, here’s the first “Poem of the Week” of this season, Stale.
July 2, 2012
Stale…that’s what I’m getting.
I need to take a new direction, and fast,
For at the rate I’ve been going, I’ll soon be forgetting
An important lesson I once learned in the past.
“Variety is the spice of life,” after all—
An old saying that proves true, even today—
And now has come the time for me to heed the call
And present my thoughts to the world in a different way.
For example, look at all the musicians out there
Who keep singing the same old song on the radio,
Pandering to the audiences who first helped them get there
And not daring to try anything new and grow
As recording artists in a dry, dead world—
A wasteland of thought where very little develops,
A ruined warzone where no victory flag’s been unfurled,
A place where darkness and despair have enveloped
The whole of human though, which is a crying shame.
Truth be told, though, ‘tis not just music that’s in trouble,
For television and cinema are equally to blame
For not having the guts to burst this proverbial bubble
That the world is now within, where thought’s no longer free,
But instead chained to the notion of catering to the masses.
Talent matters no longer, only profitability,
And the whole thing makes the entertainment scene seem classless.
Who knows, then? Maybe books now hold the key
Just like they have time and again in the past.
Here’s hoping, then, that the literary realm will see
A movement of growth with the promise to last
Years upon years, perhaps even a few decades
With the interest in books to accompany it,
And I’ll be sure to do my part to see this stage being made,
Poem by poem, novel by novel—however I see fit.
Imagination shouldn’t die, and certainly not creativity,
And we all must do our share to see to their survival.
New ideas, new creations—that’s how things have got to be
If this new age of which I speak ever sees its arrival.
Come with me then, ladies and gents, on this new journey,
For with all our notions united, we’ll prevail,
And soon the lifting of this veil of ignorance we shall see,
And at least for a long while, we shan’t fear growing stale.
That should do it for this week. Feel free to leave feedback on this work (as well as all other works of mine, as per your inclination), and as always, thanks for checking out my blog, and be sure to visit my author page at Smashwords.com for current and future releases, and please follow me on Twitter @DustinMWeber. Otherwise, folks, happy reading!
Dustin M. Weber