Apocalypse poem #12-acorns

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?

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to Apocalypse poem #12-acorns

  1. mobius faith says:

    Aw NUTs! I love the Chicken Little connection. Now I just need to get my steel plated umbrella.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    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!!!!!

  3. ruleofstupid says:

    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 😉

  4. This is nice and funny despite the direness

  5. claudia says:

    the ticking
    is too soft
    & not for our ears…true that… when the day comes, we will know…and be prepared as well..

  6. woven with silk! Terrific Susan !

  7. nelle says:

    For twenty eight families in Connecticut, they may well feel the Mayans thought of them.

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