Things To Come

 

Perhaps it had been the mark of things to come, though till it arrived they did not know it (or, as some stated, they’d preferred ignoring the possibility).

There were so many explanations: Bad weather, a change in allocation, inability to keep up with need, aging infrastructure, decline in the number of those who knew how to fix things with handiwork instead of keyboards.

Of course, the sidewalks didn’t crumble overnight. It took years. Yet somehow people had dismissed a steady rise in ankle injuries. They merely shook their heads when accessibility was reduced to the long-legged spry. There was no outcry. After all, most people didn’t ambulate with strollers, walking-sticks or wheelchairs.

In the end it was the roller-bags that tipped the scale. What unconscionable disrepair allowed wheels to break in ways manufacturers won’t cover? People could not be reduced to lifting suitcases when they needed to go somewhere!

 

 

 

For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

 

 

Blessed Bus

modern bus SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Don’t be fooled,

It is in service

And it is blessed

By the Gods.

It will move

In a moment,

And carry all

In its hold.

In modern days

Muddy tires

Let legs be rested

Aboard.

No one here

Takes for granted

Improvement

Since days of old.

 

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Technology

 

The Cursed

close up photography of hand near window

Photo: Renato Mu on Pexels.com

 

They were never meant to be

Accepted.

 

They were never meant

To be

Approved,

Or approved of.

 

Cast-offs,

They were the anathema

To all some saw as

Civil

Or normative

Or worthy of.

 

They were cursed

By those of privilege,

Who for added

Privations

Then denounced them

As being

Incapable of

Love.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anathema in 52 words

 

 

Bubble Point

bubble point

Photo: Pinterest

 

When the time comes

To opine

Ethics

(And their current deep dearth),

Let it be known

There’s no option

For hiding in bubbles

Of privileged stealth.

Make it clear

There’s no air

And no vistas ahead

Till we muster the courage

To reclaim truth instead.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Mallet Mind

mallet judge

Photo: Pinterest

 

As the gavel rises

To speak justice

Let the rule of law

Preside,

So not even an executive

Who feels they own

The rights for pride,

Can by claims of faux and fury

Dismiss

What they would rather hide,

When truth well knows

By sheer behavior

Schemes and snide,

That he had far too often

Lied

And it is past time he be

Tried.

 

 

For The Daily Post