Clouds
explode
into
orange cotton flames
burning
the evening sky
into
a science fiction poster.
Watching
the light display
he
thought about Sunday school color book
pages
of fire and brimstone.
Was
it faith or fear that kept
him
glued to the pew when he was ten?
He
looked at his watch and wondered
if
God had Armageddon penciled in on the calendar.
With
one last gulp of coffee dinner was over.
Crumbling
the questions into his napkin
he
tossed them in the trash and went back to work.
18 comments:
Your words evoke emotion and ring so true. Thank you, Susie :-)
I love this!
Susie.... what terrific tension and such startling metaphors. starkly modern with a hint of philosophy. Puts me in mind of midnight December 21st 2012.
Keep it up Susie. It's amazing:)
Real Life ... as we know it. Dealing with Armageddon will have to wait, there's more important things to have to deal with, like work. So true. lol
Really enjoyed this.
This is a very creative and beautiful work....this is so good...every line...
Science fiction and Armageddon go so well together! LOL
Such a moment of theological concern, then back to work. You captured a whole lifetime of wonder and doubt in one scene, Susie.
An exquisite piece of poetry. :) Really enjoyed reading it :)
I tell you, Susie, this kind of introspection and examination of spiritual matters seems the only way to truly get it right.
Oh Yeah baby...this may be one of my favorite of yours. That opening stanza was briliant and bright and so visual. So very good, I loved it.
I can see it all, especially the flames - lots of forest fires are burning up here right now.
The less we think of such things, the more work we will get done. Nice job of putting things into a real world perspective!
There are some questions that we will never get answers...then back to work~ Nice one Susie ~
I can only pray when I think of those things...:)
wow. wow. this took me by surprise several times. the conclusion is rather devastating. i keep reading it "i wondered if God had Armageddon-penciled it on the calendar." which i realize is not what you wrote, but i rather like it, that God (or anyone) would Armageddon-pencil something. wow.
...my previous comment was meant for another poem... :) delete it if you can.
Was it faith or fear that kept
him glued to the pew when he was ten?
He looked at his watch and wondered
if God had Armageddon penciled in on the calendar.
That just sent chills through me it is so so good!
so many wonderful lines here Susie...I think the last one is my favorite though.
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