The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
back, flash, vanishing, tap, top, trip, yearning, blind, sigh, vine, strong, fear
Roll over, Supernova!
The sun rose today
And will rise again tomorrow.
You can have no fear about that.
Well, perhaps just a little fear.
There is a small, vanishingly small
Probability that the sun
May just, well, explode tomorrow.
Strong chance that it won’t happen.
But it would take the edge
Off an otherwise top sort of day.
Not even be a blinding flash,
No time to scream even.
Just a sudden onset of crispness.
No time to take back library books,
That trip to Japan, too late I’m afraid.
That yearning for the widow Smith
In the townhouse down the road—
Unrequited, that love. Sorry.
But don’t sigh, there is good news:
The possums will not eat your vines,
That dripping tap on your to-do list,
Is no longer an issue. Nothing
On that list is any longer an issue.
But that is all about tomorrow.
Today the sun is shining.
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'Just a sudden onset of crispness.' Oh, so perfectly tongue-in-cheek. And the whole poem's a delight; such down-to-earth, faintly humorous language with which to contemplate something devastating ... though hopefully in the far future.
ReplyDeleteYou are a very naughty boy not returning those library books . They were due back ages ago. At least you wont have to pay the fines if the sun does a wobbly.. How do I know about this.? Mrs Smith is a librarian. I know her quite well. You wont stand much of a chance with her in spite of your ravishing good looks. Her pet hate is the selfishness of those who who do not return books when they are due.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, love the edginess of it .
ReplyDeleteGreat use of that word list!!! You took a doomsday scenario, turned it into a pleasing poem ... with a profound message to contemplate.
ReplyDeleteSmiling (which says nothing good about me). Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo enjoyable to read!
ReplyDeleteTo J Cosmo Newbery
ReplyDeleteI can't predict what tomorrow will bring,
Or promise the sun will always sing.
But today, it brightens your face,
And warms your heart with a gentle embrace.
It invites you to a joyful dance,
Where every step is a chance.
In its golden dance, you'll never be on your own,
Just follow its warmth, and you'll feel right at home.
Thank you!
DeleteAll we ever really have for sure is now. Love the message and the response from "mainpoint".
ReplyDeleteIn every raindrop and every ray
DeleteA gentle peace lights your way.
How lovely. Thank you!
DeleteI am thinking it will also be being a sunny day for Mrs Widow Smith.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you end with a shining sun - and thank you for your kind words at mine - Jae
ReplyDeleteLove this... "just a sudden onset of crispness." LOL... you struck the perfect note.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope for the best for tomorrow, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteThe word that comes to my mind reading your poem is chutzpah!!
ReplyDeletegreat poem and a great ending - the sun is always shining. great writing
ReplyDeleteOh, that "onset of crispness" really got me. Love this!
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