In a land draped in smoke
We find a people
caressed by fear
Where only the undead
Are unspoken for. (APOCALYPTIC SNOWFALL)
SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES
In a world consumed by
hate
We see a realm that
doubts their faith
Where the only beliefs
able to heal
Are dusted, dead, or
concealed. (NUCLEAR WINTER)
SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER
ASHES
In a society
applauding theft and greed
We shun the children
who’ve yet to feed
Pushing back the
masks, only for the time it takes
To devour what
purity’s left to rake. (INHERITANCE)
SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES
Behind hidden doors,
Hope’s salvation weeps
As daily they do
watch…monsters, unwrought and free
For outside’s where
the abhorred stray at night
Leaving but the day to
retrieve those released from misery
(MUTATION)
SMART BOMBS BUILD BETTER ASHES
When the stench renews
Pulses must grow numb…
As darkness covets light
Vision alters sight…
No matter what you
hear
That sound you cannot
clear
Despite your urge to
feed
There’s no taste left
to comfort thee
For when the ravagers
appear
Muted be thy cries
Lest beckon upon all
The infection summoned
by your call. (THE END)
Smart Bombs Only Destroy
The smartest bomb is the one NEVER made…
Over at D'Verse, Claudia brought forth a photo prompt. Being a moderator at D'Verse, I, like the others, had a chance to get ahead start tonight, (which I obviously took full advantage of lol).
Well, to be perfectly honest, I saw that it was a photo prompt and while those can be quite fun sometimes, I just didn't think I was in a mood to roll something out this way. So, I did a bit of reading, napped a bit and then hopped on the computer about two hours ago.
I wrote a couple of things, but I've been rather stagnant lately, only able to knock out some haiku. So I went into my bag of tricks, poems previously written and noticed I only had one in there, which I had planned on using with some art I did for another blog. So, I popped in to D'verse, to check out the post and the photos for Poetics. And there it was that I saw some really impressive photographs.
Well, I have to say this apocalyptic verse sort of just came to being right then and there. So, long story short, it's kind of funny how things work out isn't it? There I was, not feeling like working from a photo at all, even knowing that was suffering a bit of poetic paralysis, and needed a jolt of some sort. Yet, I was being stubborn I guess, thinking that only I could get myself out of the slump or whatever it is when, lo and behold,not even five minutes elapsed over at the site when bang, the full premise of a poem accosted me in a most pleasant way. Funny how things work sometimes.
I look forward to reading your pieces. These are some very unique photos, that should really offer a wide many angles for poetic approach. So head on over, check out Terry's photography and check out all the responses linked up on D'verse. Maybe you'll find yourself quickly impelled to write like I was, please share it if you are, I for one would love to read it. Then, how about swinging by Terry's site to check out all the neat pieces he's created there. Definitely a lot of unique material, he has a different way of looking at the world, which makes for some really interesting shots.
