the apocalypse that wasn’t

so winter begins
this thin-sunned solstice
birthing another season,
the furthest in our tilt
from the sun

and no world ended today

at least not visibly
or commented on

but perhaps
it is time to begin another
where we do not mark
the shortest day

but celebrate
the longest night

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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43 Responses to the apocalypse that wasn’t

  1. Helena Hann-Basquiat says:

    That was beautiful, darling. I read a story by Neil Gaiman once (a graphic novel, actually) called Signal to Noise that is about a dying film-maker’s last film about the apocalypse that never was. It was incredibly touching and poignant, and your poem reminded me of it. Gaiman speaks in it of personal apocalypses — that the world is ending for someone every day. I get choked up a little every time I think of it.
    If you have the chance to read it, I highly recommend it.

  2. BroadBlogs says:

    but perhaps
    it is time to begin another
    where we do not mark
    the shortest day

    but celebrate
    the longest night

    Well that puts a whole new spin on appreciating the shadow side of things. Not a bad idea.

  3. Heartafire says:

    Beautiful writing…we are spoiled now.

  4. Celebrating the longest night – I like that. It’s a “glass half-full” poem!

  5. Celebrating the longest night… you should come to Sweden how we do it properly… with candles and song… and really a beautiful thought.

  6. brian miller says:

    smiles…like a glass half full or empty….all in how we look at it….the fullness…i rather like looking to that side myself….smiles….

  7. Love that title.

    And great poem as well.

  8. Magical writing here, Susan. I felt as though it was going to go political, i.e. the worlds that are ending with war but we don’t see them covered… but no, it’s more personal than that. I’ve seen many the tsunaME and lived to tell. Your celebration of the longest night, so apt… and yet, that’s the night many churches set aside for (mostly non-believers) to get respite and speak of the grief that’s making them hate the whole Christmas Crap season.

    And it that way, it becomes a celebration of unburdening, of communicating, of bonding. GREAT write, Susan. Amy

  9. There is utter brilliance in “thin-sunned” and celebrating the longest night.

  10. The ending to this was just a soothing warmth of tenderness and awesomeness.

    Everything you have described in this poem is incredibly universal. 🙂

  11. shanyns says:

    To celebrate the longest night, that would be a switch wouldn’t it? Love this.

  12. Mary says:

    I think if we celebrated the longest night it would be at least a way of using the lemons to make lemonade. LOL. Partying on in the pitch dark might make it tolerable. Ha.

  13. Your poem makes me consider the wonders of the longest night, brimming with time and potential for reflection, appreciation, acceptance, determination. So many possibilities.

  14. Sings..always look on the bright side of life 🙂

  15. kelly says:

    There is something to be said for a long winter night… something to love about each of the seasons. But even more, I love the circle of this poem, finding the silver lining. beautiful.

  16. Gay says:

    I like the way you always stand words on end – change the viewpoint, keep things fresh, see the world upside down. You make me smile, think, feel, see and love all you write.

  17. apoetryman says:

    What a lovely view of the changing season and coming of winter ~ to be embraced. Thank you

  18. I love the idea of celebrating the longest night. I see this as an essay on optimism vs. pessimism!

  19. Rallentanda says:

    We are moving into Spring soon and already my little heart is bursting with love yearnings and I don’t care whether the day is long short or whatever…Don’t mind me I’m just primitive:)

  20. I love the last lines..not marking the shortest day but celebrating the longest night..for indeed if we look with positivity, there is joy to celebrate in the night, even a chilled winter night..enjoyed your poem

  21. You’ve got my vote, Susan!

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