Dismal Endings
That day we raced towards the edge
Cosmos exploreers new search
We passed by a dismal sight
Earth laying in cosmic ash
Burned like a hot cigarette
Rolled round like a rolling pin
Burned to ashes she was spent
Last deer alive fought his last
Lay at the end his hair scorched
Panting for breath browned his tongue
Broiled eyes gazing at the sun
Mister Sun why did you flare
Woeful dead have no remorse
Braggert COVID carrier
Unmasked caught the death himself
Moons, planets, all life burned first
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Carrie Van Horn for her Photo Prompt at the Sunday Muse # 120, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/08/sunday-muse-120.html?m=1
Certainly a dismal sight, but it is beautifully written. I especially love the second stanza. Glad to see you at the Muse Jim. Take care and have a good weekend.
ReplyDeleteDreadfully dismal, Jim! Guess there weren't any rainbows there, huh?
ReplyDeleteThat deer, parched and gasping his last, will stick with me. Have a safe weekend, Jim.
ReplyDelete"Burned like a hot cigarette
ReplyDeleteRolled round like a rolling pin" - great imagery!
Dystopian but vivid. I agree that the images (of the deer, of some random last remnant just walking until they fall) will stick.
ReplyDeleteTruly dismal.. but very well crafted.. :)
ReplyDeleteYour writing is evolving and I am really enjoying it. Too many lines to love in this poem to choose just one!
ReplyDeleteBroiled eyes gazing at the sun..... a stunning line!
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