Split ticket

When pending polls poke homestead holes.

Split ticket
A trolaan whit on partisan split

Mere sense has flown. My nerves are numb.
My wits, they need repairs.
Mistaken missives, how they come
Mailed from someone downstairs.

“Enough!” I cry to no avail,
Eyes swollen at the sight.
Each propaganda, past the pale,
Enlarges spousal slight.

No privacy, respect, or calm –
Now, look. How does he prate?
Not ceasing, he clicks off each bomb,
Named for his candidate.

Oh, bring November. End the pain.
Onlookers may agree.
Offensive notes my vote won’t rein.
Our standards don’t agree.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

NOTE: Just this once, I didn’t use all the prompt keywords within the text of the actual trolaan poem. Let’s just say desperate times call for such a wild departure from traditional expectations. In this season (at least in the United States), citizens seem to be growing ever more insecure about the upcoming election. We may feel vulnerable, as we ponder the often unreliable words of those vying for top positions, especially in such a dangerous era of human history. With this situation in mind, I opted to pen this poem on one way this season is proving particularly divisive.

This time around, I might have to say one of my favorite holidays (at least, this year) will be the day after Election Day. I can pretty much guarantee I won’t be thrilled with the entire outcome, but getting past the contentious campaign cycle cannot be a bad thing.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing:  Write about your most recent trivial loss. (22)
Daily Post: “argument” (8)
OctPoWriMo: “dangerous” – with “desperate,” “insecure,” “vulnerable,” “wild,” and “unreliable” – TROLAAN POEM (22)
Write 31 Days Challenge: What is your favorite holiday, and what do you love about it? (22)

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1 comment:

  1. I wish he'd end this ugly spate
    Of raving ons and hurtful prate.
    But can not really castigate;
    He pick-ed the right candidate.