• July 17, 2019
• Kyra Oser
• News from the Future, Poetry Predictions, Psychic Predictions

Poetry predictions are rhyming answers to your questions about the future.

This family-themed poetry is brought to you by Mercury Retrograde in Cancer. Special thanks to North Node in Cancer.

by Kyra Oser

16 July 2019

 

Poetry, artwork, photographs of me
Three ways to delete someone’s history
But you can’t erase a future legacy
Or the gift you gave me of heredity.

Each time you burned a photo, you gave a torch to me
That lit my way to finding different kinds of family
I’ve gained more than I’ve lost, making the culpable forgivable
We lost you long ago, you’re now a poem writ invisible.

You set my art on fire in that two-story fireplace
Yet burning my self-portrait doesn’t mean you’re losing face
You never had a heritage yourself from which to see
How to preserve the future of a broken family tree.

Though we appear stone different we’re the same, just in contrast
I’m marble from your block, an ashen portrait now recast
I leave you future mysteries and memories of my face
A near-aborted pregnancy that haunts your mirror’s space. 

Your poems wandered with us as we moved from place to place
In case you’re somehow here, I write this poem to touch base
You gave me life and words with which I’ll recreate the past
Together with your influence, our legacy will last.

Bloody Mary breakfasts may no longer dress the table
That doesn’t mean the meal is done, your seat’s a family staple
You’re the poet of recovery from all our times postnatal
We three burned into memory, ’twas fated from the cradle. 

 

 

Some other poetry predictions I made were in the early 2000s. The piece below, “Watches”, began with a vision of people so obsessed with time that they spent all their time worrying about time! One possible interpretation of this poem is that it’s a warning about wasting one’s life staring at a screen. This poem was composed at a time when most people didn’t use cell phones as clocks yet.

 

Watches

by Kyra Oser

2002

 

When youth becomes old clocks with tattered hands,
12 numbers fade by cracking leather bands.
No longer working, once my watch told time,
But batteries went dead from 10 to 9.

9 watches more were worn beneath my hands,
And every one, in turn, went dead as planned.
My watches, once fine faces that did shine,
Like mine, in time declined, and scratched with lines.

Is this where resignation now resides,
In time disnumbered by bold olden pride,
With new humility to aging hence?
Perhaps I’ll fix 10, with 10,000 pence,

And wear these old new watches, side by side,
To spend my last aghast, as others died,
In wonder at what watches really meant,
Intently watching wrists, with elbows bent.

 

News from the Future Headline Previews

 

US News Predictions

 

Trump Impeachment and the 2020 Race to Space

Top GOP Lawmaker Charged with Insider Trading

Secretary of Treasury Mnuchin Charged with Corruption

From Tragic to Magic: The Rise and Fall of Holy Civil War

Two Candidates Dominate Democratic Race: Only a Revolutionary Can Win the Generals

 

Global News Predictions

 

The Decline of Commercials and Celebrity Culture

Global Economic Revolution Dominates Headlines

Elevators to the Sky: A Trip from the Stratosphere to Space Stations

Epidemiology a Medical Priority

Climate Crisis Robot Workers: Will We Owe Them if They Save Us?

 

Tarot Q & A*

 

1) Ask about the future of US or global news in the comments below or on Twitter @kyraoser

2) Answers will be divined with tarot cards

3) Specific interpretations of your tarot cards will be provided in  rhyming or paragraph form.