Silent blue screen (A poem)

Inspiration has been in short supply the last couple of days. This is Saturday’s sole poem, partly the result of following the November 7th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which involved taking lines or images from a previously written poem I did not like, and using them to write a new poem.

Empty channels now are blue screens
solid fields of electronic silence
lending a gentle glow upon the darkened room
between memories of drama

Gone too is the roar of dancing electrons
that was once the domain of channel thirteen
twenty-four hours of hypnotic randomness
in a no-man’s land

The aura still lulls me to sleep
to dream of clarinets and love affairs
until I wake up the next morning
to that silent blue screen

(7 November 2015—posted November 8)