Thanks to Lillian of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for the September 12, 2017 prompt onto use the words rain, reign, rein in a poem. Also combining this prompt with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie last Music Challenge with the song “Pink Sunglasses” by Miranda Lambert. Going for the triple threat with Bjorn’s Bjorn’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt on using an extended, well known metaphor without “like” or “as.” I’m going to pick up on Miranda Lambert’s metaphor of “pink sunglasses” which I think very much overlaps with wearing “rose colored glasses.”
Miranda Lambert “Pink Sunglasses”
Rein in your white horses, the Queen of Pink’s going to reign
She’s pretty classy, kind of sassy, in a bubblegum way.
All around her is dreary pain,
She doesn’t blink or feel the rain —
Pouring down, plastering her —
See-through t-shirt, guys inferring,
More than needs saying about her — bright pink sunglasses worn,
Her way to see the world, the old rose glasses cracked, ignored.
Pink is so much better, forget about rainy weather,
Giggle, leave behind the tragic, drink pink champagne whether —
You’re sad or too glad, pink masks —
Ironies, truth is, life is glass.
It shatters far too easily,
Rose lenses dimmed as pink’s appeased.
Cause you can buy plastic pink sunglasses to view the world,
For $9.99 they’re so easy to replace, cheap pearls.
Appearing in my pocket when I go anywhere ’cause —
There’s power in plastic pink shades, curing the bad that was.
Put them on when people are mad,
Wear them when you’re feeling quite sad.
Ignore naysayers without the pink,
Bringing rude negative thinking.
These pink babies don’t shatter or crack, if they do buy more —
Best placebo I’ve had while out loving life exploring.
Don’t care about the truth, reality is annoying,
I’ll pass by you dancing ’cause without pink, life quickly destroys.
Addicted to living with thick —
Sweet sugar coating of plastic.
Through the pink I see what I want,
And I do whatever and I flaunt.
Rose glasses go away, pink is brighter, it doesn’t fade,
My shades, wearing them I reign unafraid, I’ve got it made
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write about wondering what “future archaeologists, whether human or from an alien civilization, will make of us . . . exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist.” Thanks to Michael of last week’s Tale Weavers from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie who provided a prompt about the moon. As well for A to Z Challenge for a GoodRead’s quote the letter today is the letter W.
” . . . All that is now / [a]ll that is gone/ [a]ll that’s to come / and everything under the sun is in tune/ but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.” — Roger Waters
Gazing into the future, ‘neath a pale moon gleaming bright,
Hard to believe, people who were, saw the same moon’s shining light.
They had houses, electricity.
So many ethnicities.
It’s different now, the gene pool changed,
Those who look unique all estranged.
All look like us, all brown eyes, dark hair, and medium skin too.
I can scarce picture blond, red-haired, green eyes, or eyes so blue.
Genetic defects they called them, so now we’re all plain, the same,
It’s weird to think, they dyed their hair, all colors, none went gray.
How was it to be individual,
Not for the whole good — sacrificial.
What makes a person now is,
Incredibly different knowing this —
Society of people who fell as those before left their cities,
Frames of what once was, rusted metal, not all that pretty.
Their language full of slang, we cannot pin down lingiustics,
Cannot find words, spoken globally, their lyrics I sing.
But their music is strange, listened —
To some and our technology it fits.
Technology they had weird, but we —
Discover strange things, sound gleaned.
Words not understandable but melodies clear and bright,
Music is forbidden, I sing in secrecy to ancient tunes light.
Some days we watch their stories, their films, when the moon is round.
My favorite days, those brilliant plays, words with lovely sound.
And we find little toys, scrapbooks, phones,
While in the distance the guns drone.
Each man, each woman a soldier,
Controlled by who knows? With no souls.
No hope as those gone far ago had, of a war ending soon,
Gazing into the future, we lived under the same moon.