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

[joshua deathdealer]

Feels like an apocalypse to me. The second stanza made me think of the state of mankind these days and if I was the sun, I'd be angry. You are one of the few poets I've read here that can keep inside a rhythmic scale and it is still a pleasure to read by the way. An excellent poem.

[Aethereal]

Thnks for your review, jushua! Yes, my second stanza is about our slide into ecocide. Most of my poems are song-poems.

[Matching Socks]

Some really great metaphors here.

My interpretation: you've lost love, your heart has turned cold as ice, hard as stone
You need a warm companion to make you feel, see and smell again.

I may be way off, isn't it great if I am though?
That's called inspiration. :)

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your detailed review and interpretation, Ance! This is what happens when the Sun doesn’t love us anymore, but you may relate this poem to human moods.
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Angry Sun
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Then comes eternal night
with frozen pangs,
and X-ray beams that bite
with photon fangs.

[icelandicblue]

Things change, they die, they move or are petrified. The world is filled with obstacles and we must always watch where we are going and make the best of it all.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your insightful review, blue! New growth takes place above Petrified Forests.

[Meek McGee]

I like this! I feel like it could relate to more things than just an apocalypse of the physical world as well; metaphorically speaking, or course

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Meek! Life is always teetering on the edge of an apocalypse. The Earth was born of a super-nova apocalypse, and we are Earth's children.

[Parimal Pratyush]

Seasons petrify. Amazing thoughts and beautifully worded. Superlike. :D

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Parimal!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You know this could be symbolic of how one can see the world in the midst of a heartbreak. Very ice work.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your insightful review! This could also be a bad LSD trip, or nightmare where one appears to be melting along with ones environment. This is what’s always happening to everything within our universe, but in slow motion. If time accelerated, all would appear as blending colors. Consciousness is slow motion perception, an illusion of stability within Pandemonium.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Yes it could, just like Alice In Wonderland is, LOL
You could see this many ways and that is what a great poet does.

[Aethereal]

If we could perceived a trillion years in a second, then our universe would appear as a beautiful flower that buds and blooms in endless multi-colored cycles of endearment.

[MandaMoonFlowerExpressi..]

Love this so much. You are so descriptive I feel like I can see every word. Great write!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review! "Melting colors" created a strong image in my mind; and it was this image is that drove this poem to completion. "Melting" has a double meaning.

[Tina Kline]

A very vivid poem. You did a fantastic job on this.
I would hate for this situation to become real.

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, TIna! Astronomers say that our sun should be stable for another hundred million years, but we never know what may come in from outside of our solar system slamming into our sun to interfere with its nuclear chemistry. Just a small dense fragment from a Neutron Star that broke up eons ago could destroy our sun in a matter of hours. Our universe plays a billiard game on a massive scale.

[Tina Kline]

You're welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

something i sense here about the ozone maybe...we have a knack for destroying the beauty of nature.

quite the scene painted with your words.

jacob

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, jacob!
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If our world was a painting
of multi-colored facts,
our people would be melting
in pools of colored wax.