When I Get Bitter I Watch Oprah -------------------------------------------
Achingly cold lost souls burrow beneath
Coarse nests made of down-filled
Duvet covers where they can lie tightly
Coiled waiting for her show to air
An invisible audience whose remotes control
Vast armies of creative marketers technicians
And actors through the deceptively simple
Act of surfing to another channel
A quick message flashes across the screen
In your mind “Live your best life”
And you wonder what she is reading now
Unaware of her subtle exertion of power
She is a priestess of spirit and self
Who preaches perfection of mind and body
To reach higher and build your dreams
Are you ready to change your life
Well... When I'm bitter I attack Oprah (etc)... But that's okay :P
You managed to make watching a tv show into poetry. Good job on that one... I had a little trouble with phrasing it in my head due to the lack of punctuation, but at least you were consistent with that. It sort of works for the piece, but it's just a matter of personal opinion anyway.
The first three lines are possibly the best in the whole thing. Really descriptive--they drew me in... I'm not certain the rest of it plays with the same part of the brain/senses (?) (the quiet, rainy-day part vs. the logical, look-beneath-the-surface part--if that makes any sense... the rest of the piece is sort of explaining something, whereas the first three lines are Really descriptive........). It works, I suppose, but it does seem a little too different from the rest of the piece.
Submission Name: When I Get Bitter I Watch Oprah
