today

Greetings, my digital friends!

I sometimes enjoy writing poetry in a fabricated character’s voice. Much like prose, it’s a fun turn in verse to create someone new while sustaining the first person narrative.

In a perverse sense, it’s fun to fool the reader into thinking it is me (PS Conway) speaking. Poetry is such a unique medium to assume the poet is speaking of themself.

Often we are not.

As my grandmother would have said, for this particular poem, I think we can conclude that this character is a “feckin’ eejit.”

Someone who may have their foolhardy behavior corrected by a not-too-gentle slap upside their head, as she would also say, “just to get their attention.”

And while light-hearted in tone, let’s not lose sight of the larger trend in our electronic society toward apathy. Let’s face it, friends, we are all online waaaaay too much… what else could we be doing to better our lives with all that time?

Perhaps stare into the sun.

As always, please let me know your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below. I love to hear from you each week.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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today

gonna have a long hard stare at the sun

today, probably won’t be too much fun

when my vision fades to black; but common

sense seems to have abandoned me today, 

i’m not thinking very clearly right now

so lost in the fluff of a daydream cloud 

that wants to shroud the sun, perhaps even

shelter me (albeit meekly) from going blind;

but that darn sun will have its way today

and will not be denied the great gift of

being seen, even if that means i won’t 

see again, all my reveries erased by 

haughty yellow ostentation that makes

me want to look away, but it takes

too much effort, my eyes are stuck, which sucks,

so guess i’ll just stare at the sun today.