Somewhere
between here and there a lone sailor travels through space and time,
out there, somewhere.
Moving
many times faster than the speed of light, he traverses the expanse
of the universe. Too distant for the eye, a blue island spins
complete on its axis about once every 24 hours of it's day. A world
in turmoil near the point of extinction. Cruelty and hate rein upon
this land. This generation of man is confused by the simplest of
logic. His superior intelligence will ultimately become his undoing.
The
lone traveler of the stars speeds toward his destination, but mankind
has already done its deed as mushroom like clouds fill the horizons.
Our traveler looks about but sees nothing but desolation, all is
gone.
sad story .. we have had such a long time to work out living together and being good stewards of our tiny patches of ground and hearth. too smart ... now that is an interesting thought .. not sure it's possible tho ... we are ever learning on an endless loop ;)
E.
p.s. the world is doing well. nothing there will destroy it. It is fine and intact. However, it may be a somewhat technically different outlook for the ecosphere.
neurostar
Hello from another 34 plus 40.
We are limited by senses, they don't detect everything. Enjoy your views that you can see of the firmament. There is so much more than the eye and mind can see. Take care of yourself and be careful. Thanks for your input.
neurostar
I just finished reading your poem about the lone sailor traveling through space and time, and I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed it. Your words are beautifully crafted and filled with a sense of wonder and melancholy that is truly inspiring.
The way that you use language to describe the universe and the fate of humanity is truly powerful. I was struck by the way that you use vivid and evocative imagery to convey a sense of the vastness of space and the fragility of our world, and the way that we are all connected to each other.
Your poem is a testament to the power of language and the human heart, and I am grateful to have had the opportunity to read it. I want you to know that your words have touched me deeply, and I hope that you continue to write and share your work with the world.
Perhaps Human kind.. (Unkind?) hthinks if was given Space on the basis of return from whence it came - and replace. Can it be replaced, can it be altered or have we in our urge to change things in a billion billion ways to suit Man, have done irreparable harm. That traveler has multitudes following him, desolately searching for a heaven once given...
Your story, poem.. words are beautiful in their tragedy, sir.
To seek great things and find nothing my friend. Would be so disappointing. I liked the story and the honest tone of the story. Thank you for sharing the amazing and worthwhile story.
Coyote
too smart or just moving toward what meant to be, its scary. I would rather like to see us bypass the mushroom cloud and wait until we realize we are just bits of data, seems less painful and terrifying. Aldot to think about in this. Great Piece!
I think you have this mischaracterized - it isn't story it is prose poem, and it is good.
PS. If you like star-gazing, you might like my poem, On a Hillside in Autumn.
Well, as I read this today of all days, when another smarty panys' rocket blows itself up on its maiden flight, I see your point but wonder if arrogance is within that equation too.
Talked himself into a corner as it looked like twitter called his bluff and made him pay too much for twitter, he even had the cheek to call today's explosion a success.
Maybe he should have stuck to driverless cars, another great idea in theory, until you Google how many people in your country are killed by them each year, which they don't advertise much.
Or maybe its just the rest of the universe are sick of all our bragging, while we fight wars and strip the world of natural resources, while we back slap each other saying "me so clever, you so clever!"
Does anyone else wonder if the dinosaurs saw their own extinction coming? 😊
So now I am 34 plus 40. Use the old math...it's easier.
I'm an old guy who writes silly stories containing much too much dialogue. I can't help it, I just get stuck.
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