written words shall fall from the page
spoken words we won’t comprehend
the sign of the street corner sage
says time is coming to an end
ancient beliefs will rise from sand
talons clasped together to pray
sweeping wings will fan burning land
wise men will kneel on this day
face of the sun erupts in boils
planets are pocked with the spatter
blood and magma corrupt the soils
creating new forms of matter
prophecies will not come to pass
earth’s shards will float toward the light
of faraway suns made of gas
time shall be known as first night
condensed droplets of salty tears
gravitate to orbiting stones
whirl in mass for unknown years
as we search for our scattered bones
sifting ashes and carbon dust
beside pools of molecules at play
splashing in oxide pools of rust
somehow we have emerged as clay
shapeless blobs that are not quite whole
filled with strange feelings that are odd
beings that have no sense of soul
why...it must be an act of...
but there are no words to apply
as we have learned nothing to say
cant explain the when or the why
time shall be known as first day
A contest entry
- Y is for Yeats - William Butler Yeats by Just Mercedes.
1400 points, ended October 14, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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One of my favorites writes about the end-times, and this is reminiscent of his and Nostradamus' cryptic quatrains. This is God's universe, I have no idea what it is about! I like your verse, you have fluency and lovely rhymes. Congratulations for gold - I must look into Yeats.
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Thank you for this entry to the contest. This is a great response to the prompt poem, and takes me from Genesis to the Big Bang and back through, in a spiral of time reminescent of DNA spirals. The rhyme and rhythm seemed effortless, a seamless marriage of ideas and form. I particularly liked the trick word that wasn't there but I constructed, mauch as we have with ideas. Great poem.
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This is amazing! Stunning imagery and wonderful flow and rhyme!
You last line especially ties it all together so well.
You don't need any luck here! Looks a winner to me
Gaylene
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Brilliant, uncompromized rhythm, surreal how my mind read a word which wasn't there after the elipses...neatly done, yes this dances from the beginning of Genesis to the last dance of the Big Bang.Time and matter are relative to what matters or what remains of matter.
Thought Provoking Seamless Poetry.
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Yvette, your comments and opinions are treasured, thank you for stopping by to read.
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Excellent
This is fabulous in every sense of the word. The imagery is great and your phrasing is both imaginary and apocalyptic. I especially like "as we search for our scattered bones" with it's nod to Donne's great line "and to your scattered bodies go."
A worthy response to Yeats' poem.
Well done,
Bill
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Thank you Bill, for the great comment. My poem is quite a mixture of Genesis and the Bang, Yeat's poem of "The Second Coming" was new for me, I am impressed by his writing.
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Wonderful thought provoking write my friend.Excellent imagery rises from your thoughts here. Loved this unique piece...mal
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Amazing
Shapeless blobs that are not quite whole
filled with strange feelings that are odd
beings that have no sense of soul
why...it must be an act of...
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extraordinary. i dont know what else to say. one of the best i've read. i mean this sincerely. love, lane
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