we lost electricity
for 5 minutes
5 minutes of dark
to hear rain on the roof
and wind twisting tree limbs
into stick figures
practicing yoga
and my girl
running for the candle
by the light of her tablet
asked me
if this meant
the apocalypse
was early
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan that provoked a unnerving feeling in me – as I guess was your intent – excellent.
Aw, thank you!
Love love love
Thanks, Sis!
Funny isn’t it, how our ridiculous mania’s and hysteria’s find their way down to create needless nightmares for our children.
Or maybe I’m just having an off day and being cynical. I just feel people can be so solipsistic, even generational solipsism, where their own self-indulgent fears cause a harm they never even consider. Invented trauma as a twisted kind of comfort blanket.
Ah. Clearly I’m cynical Panda today. A great poem anyway, points to an interesting reality.
Know what? My daughter, whom I love dearly, is always the one in the crowd that instantly migrates to the worst-case scenario in her mind. I call her a mini-hypochondriac, but that is what she is. Could she then here be displaying something more sinister, like a planetary Munchhausen’s by proxy?
Do you think she might be the fabled Mayan child, bringer of the last days!!
If she is, give her a choccy and a pat on the head from me 😉
LOL, will do!
You know I love to riff from your thoughts..
http://ruleofstupid.wordpress.com/2012/12/21/a-rumoured-apocalypse-a-poem/
And you know I love it when you do…
This is really poignant, and very cute too 🙂
Rohan.
Thank you, Rohan!
rofl… I had to divert on a winding course in order to avoid a downed line. No sign of the apocalypse, however.
🙂 nope. Got a kick out of this, though!
THis is delightful!!!
Wonderful.
Thanks, Terry! I had to–even though she told me not to dare put her in another poem this month 😉
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