My TV memories are mostly
in black and white,
that’s how we saw the world
when I was a child,
how newscasters would present
each triumph, each disaster.
I couldn’t see the difference
on the wobbly monochrome screen
between grief and joy, now and then;
but we were taught that a cowboy
in a white stetson was good,
and the black-hatted one was bad.
So many grey areas to misunderstand.
Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Televised
Sumana has shared a little poem by Maya Angelou about televised news, which left her pondering.
Sumana would like us to write new poems on current topics brought home to us by television and the impact on us, letting patterns of life surface from the positive and/or negative sides of televised news, as well as its purposeful silence on certain current affairs.