you can’t second guess
when
that apocalyptic clock
is set to shrill
all of us out of sleep
it might be winding down
but the ticking
is too soft
& not for our ears
& so many
have been wrong
so many times
Chicken Littles
rubbing heads, bruised
sore from strikes–
proof of nothing
but acorns
falling
fast & thick
as hail
or are those star fragments
breaking through sky?
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Aw NUTs! I love the Chicken Little connection. Now I just need to get my steel plated umbrella.
LOL. Yes, but won’t that be a bit…heavy? Well, better than brimstone, which can ruin a perfectly good haircut.
HEavy yes but I have a special stand with wheels. I’m working on adding a chair and making it motorized. I’m so lazy.
Oh–i LIKE the idea. What are you going to call it? Perhaps you could even sell it on TV for 15 easy payments of…. 19.95?
Have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy poem, Susan? If the world collapses, I’m blaming you.
ROFL! Me, and not the Mayans? Me, and not the nutcases that actually think this is gonna happen? Damn, they’ll be offended that you blamed someone that didn’t believe it for a second, and they will bitch their way to oblivion, all 30 seconds or so that they have available to speak…When they were going to shout–WE TOLD YOU SO!!!!!
I like, though I would drop the word ‘star’ at the end as it feels too obvious, to leave just fragments. I now use the word melange, for no reason 😉
Thanks, Mike. See your point, but then I lose a lot of the musicality of the line, with all its repeated “ars.”
This is nice and funny despite the direness
Thanks, Celestine. That’s me–aiming for dire humor 😉
the ticking
is too soft
& not for our ears…true that… when the day comes, we will know…and be prepared as well..
Exactly, Claudia! Thanks so much for commenting.
woven with silk! Terrific Susan !
Thanks, Deb!
For twenty eight families in Connecticut, they may well feel the Mayans thought of them.
oh, Lord, yes.