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Trend-esday: 10-15-14

Trend-esday: 10-15-14


Trend-esday: 10-08-14

Every Wednesday I take a snapshot of what’s trending from one of the more popular websites such as Facebook, Twitter, and Google and use it as the basis for one of three literary devices: a poem, a short story, or a short article. Every topic has to be referenced at least once and it has to be 500 words or less.

Enjoy.

Today’s Trend-esday Offering comes from Yahoo:



We fear the shadows,
which is a natural response
to dark, unknown spaces,
to cold goblin-haunts.
The creep of the darkness,
as light moves away,
brings nightmares aplenty,
at the end of each day.

We fear shadow dangers,
the ones without faces,
shapeless and formless,
without tracks or traces.
Like the virus, Ebola,
that spreads its dark wings,
from the African village,
to where “freedom rings.”
Quite easily shunned
when it kept other borders,
it’s a whole other matter,
when in Boston it quarters.
We prefer to fight battles
that are “us vs. them,”
with labels and name-tags,
like “those,” her,” or “him.”
So, like Kanye, we clamor,
for an easier foe.
Anything’s better,
than the one we don’t know.

We fear shadow living,
what’s out of sight doesn’t matter.
You’re not important to people,
if you don’t make them chatter.
Forgotten is dead,
or it might as well be,
so fight for you place
in others’ memory.
Keep thumbs working quickly,
to Tweet, post, and text.
Even as you recoup,
from near-deadly wrecks.
‘Cause if Tracy’s remembered,
though hidden from view,
then there is no excuse,
to let them forget you.

We fear shadow dwellers,
from our darkest dream’s desires,
that eschew the warmth of goodness,
to sit by stranger fires.
There are those, who by daylight,
lead a straight-forward life,
but in the secret of shadows,
wreak havoc and strife.
So an all-pro tight end,
decked in championship rings,
has a long fall to shadow,
from his much finer thing.
Others, like Chelsea,
embrace their disgrace,
turning shame into fame,
in the course of their race.

We fear shadow-caster,
whose exploits and fame
loom larger-than-life,
add mystique to their name.
Commodify “Kardashian,”
make “Football” from “Manziel,”
The first family of excess,
patron saint of raising-hell.
Those who dwell in their shadows,
younger siblings, lesser folk,
embrace or resent it,
other’s fame becomes their yoke.
And some, by seizing moments,
when the price of fuel decline,
using German Engineering,
cast a shadow, long through time.

We fear our own shadows,
our unknown potential,
we’re not just who we are,
who we could be is crucial.
What horrible secrets
down possible paths,
could turn us to evil,
to vessels of wrath?
So, in fear of our shadows,
we design subtle tests,
to tell us our future,
set tense minds to rest.


So, yes, we fear shadows,
of every kind.
Whether man-made or natural,
of the body or the mind.
But we’re not bound by shadows,
not slaves to their might.
For there is not a shadow,
but it yields to the light.


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