The Sunday Muse -- Time's Big Change
Doom
The Moon shone brightly, storm was gone
One small cloud stayed for company
Both had hope for the universe
All others fled there were no stars
The moon the cloud and one lone bird
Just those three and oodles of wet
Old Sol was spewing fire brimstone
Puking like a drunken old man
The bird ignorant it played dumb
The Moon was tired and growing dim
The fluffed cloud was seeking a lamb
The Sun nearly emptied his gut
After that it was all lights out
One cloud to float away, bird dies
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for the photo prompt at the Sunday Muse #162, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/05/sunday-muse-162.html?m=1
Labels: Birds, Dark, dark poetry, Earth Day, Moon, Poem, Sunday Muse
posted by Jim @ 5/29/2021 02:06:00 AM
14 comments
14 Comments:
What a dreadful, dire, doom-filled, dystopian scenario you've presented us, Jim, but apparently the moon and the one lone cloud had some hope. Thank heaven!
Is this a result of sleep deprivation? LOL. Just kidding. I enjoy these journeys you share.
I don't have sleep deprivation. When I was an Aerospace Engineer at NASA Houston and also back to college, a guard there was a full time student taught me his trick.
1) Determine the length of your REM's
2) gradually work your sleep down to just over that length
3) add a bit longer, I made mine four or five hours
4) that should be how much sleep you need for your body to get its act together for the next day
5) every few or less crash for a longer sleep, your physical body might need for its rest
Now the working student will have more time to study.
Most nights I don't get more than six hours still, haven't ever since that day I started.
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Fascinating .. I usually get between 6-7 hours.
You captured the image and your stormy night wonderfully Jim!
Bird dies? didn't see that coming,
Happy Sunday Jim
much love...
A dire apocalypse in fable form...unexpected.
A Damocles sword hanged over there in the last stanza. You did a fine job with the prompt, Jim :)
Not every story has a happy ending, no matter how much we wish they did. Dark story for a dark image, Jim.
So sad that the bird died. I guess the storm was too much!
"Old Sol was spewing fire brimstone
Puking like a drunken old man " - woah!
Glad the storm ended, and sorry that the bird died. Sounds like you had quite a night, Jim!
Poor moon and cloud - hopelessly hoping.
A dark tale told perfectly... kudos!
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