Time for a bit of editorial bliss in the dVerse Pub ~ Punam has us thinking about "newspapers" ~ using them as inspiration for our poems. I decided to transport us back to the future!
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on 6th street corner where shadows gather
a teenage boy greets the dawn
"Read All About It" he calls
his voice cuts through the morning air
today's headlines spill stories of war
the struggles that shape a generation
heroes emerging from tragedy
baseball legends headed for glory
movie stars shimmering on the silver screen
he carries the weight
of the world in his arms
each newspaper a promise
a thread in the fabric of history
in this moment he feels alive
the city's pulse thrums in his veins
dreams of a tomorrow
dance on the horizon
he has become part of
the stories he sells
he carries the weight
ReplyDeleteof the world in his arms
each newspaper a promise
a thread in the fabric of history
A wonderful poem, Helen. I loved this verse.
Dwight... It did not register my name.
ReplyDelete“he has become part of
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Love this! The channel/medium is an inalterable part of our lived experience of news. I still remember where I was and how I learned of the Challenger space shuttle explosi9n, for instance.
It’s Kim of Glover Gardens, by the way. 🙂
that ending encapsulates the whole poem - so well written and a joy to read
ReplyDelete"on 6th street corner where shadows gather
ReplyDeletea teenage boy greets the dawn"
The shadows of the past, the shadows of history, the small boy himself a ghost in our memories...tales like this told in verse bring back everything in black and white, a world that was so different, not better, no no, just very different. How different it is now to press a button for all news...
PS that is my nom-de-guerre in Ukraine, 'tis I, Ain..
ReplyDeleteIndeed. I want to shout headlines sometimes... I wish I could.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was a newspaperman, and so newspapers are still dear to my heart.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of the newsboy selling paper which is something I have never seen actually... but we still get our dayly paper.
ReplyDeleteYour poem brings that sense of connection to life.
ReplyDeleteHelen, I love this. A wonderful ode to the paper boy. The opening lines and the last two lines capture it so well.
ReplyDeleteI love that you focussed on the purveyor of news Helen - a lost figure from history but folded into history by your poem...
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Helen, and love the nostalgia this engenders.
ReplyDeleteLoved, loved, loved this stanza:
"he carries the weight
of the world in his arms
each newspaper a promise
a thread in the fabric of history"
Wow.