Today, and today, and today!
Speeds in this important stride, from hour to hour,
Till the first syllable goes unrecorded
And all our tomorrows have shown the wise
the path to shining rebirth. On, on, megawatted lightbulb!
Life’s more than a bouncing beam of light, a gifted gabber
Who relishes the time they’ve been given
And, afterwards, remains in their watchers’ memories: it is a story
Joyously crafted by a genius, packed with music and wonder,
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Day 15’s prompt for NaPoWriMo asked us to “write [our] own dramatic monologue; try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker” of [the] poem, and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.” So… I decided to just flip Macbeth’s super-depressing monologue about Everything-Being-Pointless-TM on its head 😂 Here’s the original, in case you need a refresher:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Yeesh, Macbeth was in a bad place. I guess that’s what happens when you become obsessed with power and ambition…?