W&F

I lived through the era 

when “warm and fuzzy” 

was a catch-phrase 

to be disdained, 

only to trade it in for a

not-so-warm-but-very-fuzzy
popularized blend
of professional abilities
and personal agendas.
Turns out, that blanket
would bleed like madras
if you ever got it wet!

Screening,
I watched as entertainment 

converged with news,

encroached and

lapped it.
Like watching a waning moon,

facts losing ground

to deep shadow.
And I told myself,
it'll come around.

But all of the above was so-yesterday. 

Today's professional choices 

are bested by political strategizing 

from here to there 

and polentertainment 

has everyone’s rapt, 

if not adoring, attention.

Reminds me that sometimes 

wearing my clear, green sea-glass earrings 

is the best decision of my day.  

Not as a fashion statement, 

(Heaven forbid!)

but to whisper to me, 

like a insistently swishing wave, 

'on the contrary…

on the contrary…'