Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
Time Capsule And what have I to say to the future, to type out neatly in a no-nonsense font or exemplify in a 1950s detergent ad, all billowing sheets and technicolor smiles, perhaps to enquire if Google still exists to be asked about Bob Mortimer’s fingerprints on an abandoned handrail? I could enclose my extendable pocket back scratcher as a sample of our advanced technology, leave a copy of Gregory Corso’s poem, Marriage, as though purely by accident, tell them of Charlie Watts, Nanci Griffith and Jeanne Robertson, dead moments ago, so the future is less bright than it was, as if the coming centuries could understand any more than we look back and wish for other times without conveniences. And how could I include the insensitivity of YouTube videos interrupted in mid flow by adverts for things I’ll never own and questions with 5,000 answers given when all we wanted was to know? I’ll pack a vial with nothing in it, top screwed on and watertight. It will at least, if nothing else be worth the wait of passing years, for one brief instant, a breath of fresh air. Line count: 28 Free verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 13 08.30.21 Prompt: Remember 'time capsules'? Write a poem about what you'd put in one if you were to create one today. |