Saturday, May 29, 2021

The Sunday Muse -- Time's Big Change


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, 

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At Saturday, May 29, 2021 10:00:00 AM, Blogger indybev said...

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!

At Saturday, May 29, 2021 12:12:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Is this a result of sleep deprivation? LOL. Just kidding. I enjoy these journeys you share.

At Saturday, May 29, 2021 1:25:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

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.

At Saturday, May 29, 2021 1:53:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Fascinating .. I usually get between 6-7 hours.

At Saturday, May 29, 2021 3:05:00 PM, Blogger Carrie Van Horn said...

You captured the image and your stormy night wonderfully Jim!

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 5:54:00 AM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Bird dies? didn't see that coming,

Happy Sunday Jim

much love...

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 9:43:00 AM, Blogger C. Sandlin said...

A dire apocalypse in fable form...unexpected.

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 11:32:00 AM, Blogger Sunita said...

A Damocles sword hanged over there in the last stanza. You did a fine job with the prompt, Jim :)

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 6:14:00 PM, Blogger ms_lili said...

Not every story has a happy ending, no matter how much we wish they did. Dark story for a dark image, Jim.

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 7:08:00 PM, Blogger Truedessa said...

So sad that the bird died. I guess the storm was too much!

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 8:56:00 PM, Blogger qbit said...

"Old Sol was spewing fire brimstone
Puking like a drunken old man " - woah!

At Sunday, May 30, 2021 10:12:00 PM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

Glad the storm ended, and sorry that the bird died. Sounds like you had quite a night, Jim!

At Monday, May 31, 2021 4:54:00 AM, Blogger Marion Horton said...

Poor moon and cloud - hopelessly hoping.

At Friday, June 04, 2021 12:00:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

A dark tale told perfectly... kudos!


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