Monday, September 8, 2008

Haiku: Defenses Down

I worked for a newspaper for a decade. I was a J-major in college. I started reading the newspaper on a daily basis when I was the ripe old age of eight. News matters to me. Make that news mattered to me. It did until the day a number of years ago when I realized I couldn't read the daily horror without bits of it flaking off and covering my soul.

I'm sure I've mentioned the blinders I put on when faced with a story that is sure to do me no good. Three babies tossed into the river by their psychotic mother. Young kids mowed down. Orphans being made day in and day out, a hundred times over, a thousand times over.

And me and mine, thank God, safe and sound, our only fears those of the most inane material kind. (Not counting my well documented pessimism and fear of the future.)

My soul became a bit more caked the other day, when I heard of a man across the bay trying to hunt down and kill his wife. He failed at killing her, but he managed to kill first her cousin and then a policeman before he, himself, was shot dead by the police.

Why this long intro? I don't know. I needed it.

"Defenses Down" is One Single Impression's prompt this week. Nicole of Raven's Wing Poetry has written a stunning poem in support of this prompt she suggested. I mean, it is stunning.

As for me? I offer 17 syllables from a more encrusted soul.

Restraining orders
prove no match against his rage.
No ever after.

14 comments:

Julie said...

Oh yes. This works. The last line is intelligent.

SandyCarlson said...

No fairy tails. As a former journalist, I hear what you're saying. I think the job requires a hardiness of soul that can be difficult to maintain. Thanks for this and for the intro!

kouji said...

sad and real.

Mel said...

I have the same problem with the horrific news stories. It started almost as soon as I became a mom, actually, and it got to Crisis Mode when the OKC bombing took place. That little girl in the arms of the firefighter was the exact same age as my daughter at the time.
Your poem is gorgeous. Terrible and beautiful at once.

zoya gautam said...

..the media-not many fairy tales-just news-ur poignant poem sums it up..many thanks..

MamaGeek said...

What kouji said. Sad and real.

Ignorance is bliss.

D... said...

There are no words. Just sadness.

Bubba's Sis said...

You captured the sadness of the tragedy in those 17 syllables. Well done.

Jim said...

Your poem says it right, restraining orders often don't stop like we want.
I don't read those things either because we know their nature and just don't need to have more gruesome details in our faces.
I am going to help at an orphanage in Guatemala the last week in October. Those kids are victims of sad circumstances.
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Jim said...

Oh yes, the food pictured is 'home cooked.' :-)
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tumblewords said...

Lots of power punched into those three lines! Great job...

me ann my camera said...

Anger has such a terrible power that for some it surpasses all controllable boundaries. You said it well.

fourwindshaiga said...

Isn't that just the truth? You packed plenty into your seventeen syllables.

Quiet Paths said...

Very strong intro and powerful message in the 17.

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