Apocalypse

What happens when the sun gets angry?

Apocalypse

 

Melting colors fall away.

Blues desert the sky.

Vivid yellows fade to gray.

Blushing reds bleed dry.

 

Bright green hues have gone astray.

Blooms don’t catch our eye.

Everything’s as dull as clay.

All has gone awry.

 

Splendors on the twelfth of May,

rainbows in July

have all fallen to decay.

Seasons petrify.

 

Now, our sun’s a frozen fray,

and we don’t know why.

Light has turned to the X ray.

Assets freeze and fry.

Reviews

[Wall Hermitt]

I feel this piece was penned to supply multiple perspectives to the reader(s). I’m West African by heritage, and although it’s been years I spent a lot of time in my country once, residing in the midst of an isolated town affected by draught which led to famine. The primary means of survival for the people was farming, and without a harvest it was virtually impossible back there to sustain a healthy living. The colours of the fields faded. Everything turned brown to grey. To some it felt like the end of the world. That sense of despondence, desolation and decay is just something that occurred to me as I read this poem, even though in yours you refer to an apocalypse. This is brilliant writing filled with brilliant imagery throughout. Very memorable and thought-provoking Thanks for the share!

W.H.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your wonderful detailed review, Wall Hermitt! I'm happy that you were able to relate my poem to your life's experiences. Africa was the cradle of human civilization, and it’s still a cradle of creativity.

[Wall Hermitt]

You're welcome. Thanks for the kind words.

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

I loved how this was written. I saw it from a lot of different point of views and got me thinking- nice rhyming

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review! Multiple points-of-view support empathy, and empathy is what’s lacking most in this world contaminated by single minded motivators of pandemonium.

[The Revisionist]

thank you and now the rhymes are stuck in my head!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review! My poems are more or less little songs.

[willweb]

Love the imagery in this, though a bit frightening because it could soon be true if we are not careful.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, willweb! All it would take would be a change in the nuclear chemistry of the Sun caused by an ancient fragment of a neutron star falling into our solar system and striking the sun head on. Our Universe is one big billiard game that cares nothing about human existence. We’ve been lucky so far. We should be moving out into interstellar space for our survival instead of fighting expensive wars among ourselves. The human race is wasting its potential to survive in the long term.

[Baby Ricochet]

Ah the sun. Our own pushy little star. Good rhymes

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review! We need our 'lil baby star to be those creatures whom we are.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

This sounds interesting it could be about communities affected by hurricanes and then the world around them keeps on living as they are conditioned to watch and ignore the pain of others and when is their turn other persons are programmed to listen without emotion.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your insightful review, Squinkla ..! There’s a perception void of empathy, cold, and logical with demonic laughter echoing throughout the blazing corridors of Hell.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I see what you are saying that persons on earth are lacking the courage to explain things that are happening to them because of fear of what other persons might think of them or that some demons figured out a way to escape from hell and are hiding near persons and their presence is causing deviations.

[Dean]

a concept of the apocalypse not often dealt with. We should!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Dean! Perhaps we should export our toothy monster species to other solar systems so we may ruin a few more planets with our omnivorous consumption. Those peaceful inhabitants on other planets most likely produce scary sci-fi movies about creatures such as us. Most humans have no idea how scary they are to those outer space aliens and their children.

[Dean]

a person of my own heart!

[Gurleen Saluja]

This was an amazing piece.. The starting was so attractive.. Blushing reds bleed dry.. This will go to my library :))

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Gurleen! This poem is somewhat like an abstract painting full of colors in catastrophic discord.

[Aethereal]

You do remind me of the eclipse I saw back in 98' when I lived in Italy... but a true Apocalypse, would be nasty within a several thousand years, from here ;) once again you conveyed within the perfect Rhyme, a true scary fact... Glad I'm in my coffin when this is about to happen ;) or maybe not lol... Excellent ;)

- Elisa

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Elisa! Our Universe is a “coffin“, and a “laugh-in” as it fizzles out in a thermodynamic heat death , and then?

[Pryde Foltz]

Now, our sun’s a frozen fray,
and we don’t know why.
Light has turned to the X ray.
Assets freeze and fry.

Really amazing write here of imaginings but with a really vital message about our place in the universe.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Pryde! Our place within this vast Universe is that of being the Children of Serendipity. Nature throws a trillion seeds to the winds in the hope that just one shall sprout upon fertile ground. It’s a numbers game, and we have won the lottery for now, but it could all end in an instant.