Watershed Moment


Here we are in September, and I’m still hanging in there with my post a day challenge. I have written a lot of poetry using different styles since I started in January. I’m not saying it has been great poetry. I’ll admit most of it wouldn’t win any contests. Surprisingly, Word Daddy has stuck with me through the ordeal. He still says he wants a raise. This month I plan to write Soliloquies. These are rambling monologues where the poet has conversations with herself. I believe this will be my biggest challenge since I don’t often talk to myself. I want to put a disclaimer right at the front of the adventure. The views expressed are the inner dialog of the poet. They might be total bs, but they are real. The first poem in this series I will call Watershed Moment.

Watershed Moment

When did the human race start living in fear?

What was the exact moment when everything changed?

Our language was suddenly filled

With terms like “New normal”

Which doesn’t represent any kind of normal at all.

We hid in our houses

Like convicts in a comfortable prison

And everyday there was a new revision

Promoted by politicians who didn’t know

They were actually very small.

When was the watershed moment?

The exact time when everything changed direction.

When people were forced to remain silent

And stop being outspoken and defiant.

Afraid the government would come knocking on their door.

A time when we lost our civil rights

Traded security for freedom

Watershed moments are so hard core

A deadly virus manufactured into a plague

We the people surrendering to the elite

Without asking any questions to go down in defeat.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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