Anyway, the dual prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a "future" poem, and (2) write an "advertising" poem. The latter can be a poem in the form of an advertisement or one about advertising. My reference to that prompt is rather peripheral, and I don't think it's my best poem so far this month, but for what it's worth, here ya go:
The World of Tomorrow
Now
that we have arrived in the future,
it
doesn't look much like we imagined it
in
all those old advertisements
and
Popular Science magazine covers.
We
have no flying cars. Folks don't zip
around
the city in pneumatic tubes.
There
are no condos on the moon.
And
from here on, the world of tomorrow
may
look much like today, depending
on
how close your "tomorrow" is.
We
can't expect a sea change of technology
overnight. Yet every day we see ads
that
tell us the future is already here:
little
robots that clean our floors,
wristwatch-sized
smart phones,
and
soon, cars that drive themselves.
Moving
through it all day by day,
our
progress seems incremental,
yet
looking back at all those predictions
from
decades ago, we got some of it right,
and
looking forward, we can only imagine.
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