The Land of Complacency (XXX)

This Land of Complacency

Somewhere along the way to fame and fortune
I became lost; got tangled up amongst the weeds
of self-doubt and procrastination.
And though I felt myself sliding into the hinterlands
of obscurity, with every breath I took
I found another reason to delay my path.
These reasons seemed vibrantly necessary,
and so, I stopped, dallied along the side of my road;
watching everything pass me by.
I put down roots, deep into the soil of redundancy,
fastening myself to the land of complacency…
watching the world move forward
as I stayed in the past, unable to find reason
to take that next step—away from the known.

Even knowing that the future holds the key,
for me, I’m still standing here. Stuck in my past;
afraid to move on, for fear of humiliation—failure.
Yet, even in failure we succeed. For then…
and only then do we realize what we can
and cannot do. Only then can we move on
to bigger and better pastures.
For even in failure, we learn a bit more
about ourselves. Perhaps the truth
about me is that I’m doomed
to remain in the past…I’m doomed
by laziness and cowardice…
I’m doomed.
© September 30, 2010 CRF

This was loosely inspired by the Spirit wild Chronicles posted on MySpace. It can be found following this URL

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=43333579&blogId=539540993

So…Thirty days later and I have finished my 30 poem in 30 day self challenge. It has been quite interesting, though I think I stuck to a few different themes. One thing I noticed was that I sometimes felt a little rushed because of the self imposed time limits. Still, I think it helped to improve my creative process.

 

The Sky is Falling (III)

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The Sky is Falling

Over the airwaves they speak,
the Chicken Littles, claiming to know
just where dangers lurk.
An approaching storm,
still far, far away…yet they say
our fate is sealed—doom is nigh.
They use such words
to instill fear in the masses,
while the storm lingers,
building intensity,
still far beyond our sight.
For in their mind,
they’re keeping us safe;
preparing us all
so that we’ll live—to see
another day.
And the majority drop
everything and scream,
the end is near, what shall we do?
Run and stock up,
buy up all the water and bread!
Who knows if we’ll ever
get the chance again?
The fatalistic minority
just shake their head
and sigh…why bother?
For tomorrow, we’ll just be dead.
I wonder who is worse;
the doomsayer,
the worrywart,
or the one who just doesn’t care?

© September 3, 2010 CRF

So, this one came to me in spurts as I kept hearing the reports of the approaching Hurricane Earl, and watched people come into my store to stock up on water and flashlights. I got to thinking about how with every major storm that comes even remotely close to us, the weather reporters seem to fan the flames of panic, causing people to act like they cannot survive a storm without all these supplies stored. What do you all think?