Channel Surfing

[purple_shadows]

Who would have thought that things would turn out like this?

The constant bombardment of images.

The yes no, yes no.

What is right and what’s wrong?

Do I even know anymore?

I thought I did.

Is he just like the rest?

Like they portray them in movies?

On TV?

Or is he like they are in the novels instead?

The kind of boy that could only exist in my head.

I don't know where to go with this.

The pressure is on when the decision is now.

There’s so much that I don’t understand.

So much going on inside my head.

Am I ready?

I wasn’t before.

It ruined my life.

Will it be the same again?

Am I just scared?

What do I say?

How do I know?

I’ve never had the courage in me to say what I needed too.

Will I now?

Will it even be the right decision, as decisions go?

My mind says yes.

My heart says no.

And I can’t help but watch TV.

The story of my life,

What will it be?

Joan of Arcadia?

Or the OC?

[Quincunx]

You've made me like a form I usually don't like--all of the many line breaks in this poem feel natural, a slide show of phrases. On the first reading, didn't see much of a message, but thought that this fit with a poem about channel surfing. On the second reading, thought I caught a glimpse of a real life quandary. On the third reading, stopped the remote and studied the lines. . .Just two layers of reality but well-combined.

 

I can only make one suggestion: As is, the poem might not age well with what I think are specific programs' names in the final lines (and is a tiny stumbling block even now, to this reader who is unfamiliar with current television). The rhyme is correct, I think the implications are correct: just know that the piece will be forever dated.

[Falcon2001]

I agree with the Quincunx's evaluation of this poem - good form. I'm not a huge fan of the freeform style, myself (of course I still write in free-form, but I am in all things mysterious and fickle).

 

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