A streak of light flashes past the late sky.
It is the distant future.
Or futures, may be?
A knot at the junction of possibilities.
It's a space vessel. Intelligent life whizzing by.
# 1.
Nobody notices the decrepit rock.
Doddering about its axis and orbit by the sun.
Inwardly consumed.
Like Mars.
Long drained dry of all her life.
# 2.
Too hard to resist, the
mysterious peace radiating from the surface -
Contact:
and Earth,
enters the union of worlds.
What road it is that is not to be taken:
for all our righteous protestations
and blaming of the Gods or Daemons,
don't we know the futures unfolding?
# 1. Of long here was once a glorious world.
# 2. Peace in our lands and the universe to explore.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
A streak of light flashes past the late sky.
It is the distant future.
Or futures, may be?
A knot at the junction of possibilities.
It's a space vessel. Intelligent life whizzing by.
# 1.
Nobody notices the decrepit rock.
Doddering about its axis and orbit by the sun.
Inwardly consumed.
Like Mars.
Long drained dry of all her life.
# 2.
Too hard to resist, the
mysterious peace radiating from the surface -
Contact:
and Earth,
enters the union of worlds.
What road it is that is not to be taken:
for all our righteous protestations
and blaming of the Gods or Daemons,
don't we know the futures unfolding?
# 1. Of long here was once a glorious world.
# 2. Peace in our lands and the universe to explore.
Starting a new series 'The Earth Chronicles' reflecting on our world. Themes include the future of the world, the state of man, religion, violence, peace, etc - a wide canvas to present reflections.
You could start with an earlier piece which I've now placed in this series:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/modern-art-the-earth-chronicles/
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