THE DAY OF DESTRUCTION
The day of destruction dawns like any day
-birds at the feeder, crumbs upon the table-
"We're almost of toaster bread"she says.
They hear no murmur of subterranean stresses
to cause new rifts to gape, to split wide open
when earth's crust slips or an inadvertent word
releases tsunamis of ocean or tears
The day of destruction dawns like any day.
Perhaps the undetected clot may migrate.
"I'll buy another loaf on my way home."
And who knows? Maybe tis is not the day
the world will end. It still might be a day
like any other day.
7 comments:
I am glad we both chose our unlikely subject for normal. Whatever day it comes we will still be thinking of the jobs to do rather than the good we have done.
This is a very well written poem about the unexpected in the middle of the norm. Sometimes what makes a day extraordinary is not the event but the sudden interruption of what is considered normal.
I enjoyed your thoughtful take on the prompt very much.
Powerfully true! Well written! Enjoyable read!!
Excellent post. I think it highly likely that the end will come as a normal day, preoccupied with mundane, trivial things.
Well done!
Having grown up during the cold war, wondering each day if it would be The Day, I find a certain reassuring charm in this. Yes, it might be the day of destruction, but then again...maybe not. Here we still are, so perhaps it will be tomorrow.
Lets hope it won't be soon!!!!!!
Theres a failed Russian space ship gotta come down somewhere within the next few days!!!!!! Got a tin hat?
Maggie X
Nuts in May
Very powerful and well done!
And thanks as always for your fun submissions to my Limerick-Offs!
Madeleine Begun Kane
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