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Warmer Winterland
by Laura DoomSirens scream, can't you hear them
In this dream, Einstein's theorem
Is bending our light
A thief in the night
Waking in a warmer winterland.
In decay is the blue sky
Should we pray for a new sky
That blows up a storm
As we skew the norm
Waking in a warmer winterland.
In the aftermath we'll build a snow-farm
And pretend it's blessed by Mother Earth
She'll say: Are you happy?
We'll say: Yes Maam
But can you help us work out what it's worth.
Just too late, we'll perspire
As we drive by the pyre
Of plans that we laid
The price to be paid
Waking in a warmer winterland.
In the future we can buy a showman
And present him with a silver crown
If he doesn't play, he'll have to go, man
We'll hire some other kids to take him down.
Though it burns, ain't it chilling
When your faith gets a grilling
We'll rewind and play
The Asimov way
Waking in a warmer winterland. 11/23/2008 Posted on 11/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 11/24/08 at 12:46 AM This was fantastic. I love sci-fi references, so you had me there. But it's probably the cleverest poem on the topic that I've ever had the pleasure of reading. Asimov was onto something, eh? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/24/08 at 04:04 AM I hope you know you're too damn clever for your own good. Heh. Brilliant, some of your darkest, funniest writing in ages. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/24/08 at 04:40 AM "Waking in a warmer winterland." What a great line and well used here. I do love that first stanza - with "Einstein's theorem".... Great stuff.
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| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 11/24/08 at 05:02 AM you've really got the flow! The nuances in this are great as well! |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/24/08 at 07:25 AM Yow...a futuristic Christmas carol here! Well done! MFS |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 11/25/08 at 01:29 AM stop me: i'm thinking the G word again. :) perhaps i should resort to music related cliches and call this a return to form? :) what i mean to say is: great stuff. i'm glad to be reading you again. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/25/08 at 05:35 PM i sang along, it was fun, the subject is scary, the piece is amazing. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 11/25/08 at 06:07 PM It's just impossible not to adore you and your out of this world talent! I am in love with this a jillion! |
| Posted by David Hill on 11/26/08 at 12:09 AM I usually have REM’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” playing on a loop inside my noggin, but I think I’ll play this one for a while. Clever and dark and full of Doom, “and I feel fine…”
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| Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 11/26/08 at 02:34 AM This is so cool...no pun intended;) Very profound and lyrically written. It’s certainly not dark...It’s enlightening:) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/27/08 at 02:06 AM ...you did to me what you did to all these peeps above, i was singing, then stopping to chew-up those certain words[too cool, laura]...yeah(smile-sigh) |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/01/08 at 04:37 AM this is science-y and tasty...i love it, |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/13/08 at 02:01 PM in and of themselves, words are merely words, and in and of themselves, men are merely men, yet words unlike men are certainly islands, fated e'er to have their own peculiar and provincial meaning and constricted in their own peculiar and provincial setting, but then, Liberator, such as you comes along and unpeculiarizes their meaning and unconstricts their setting plucking each of their solitaire environ and stringing them wonderfully along, in a social setting which fills me with wonder, a word which in and of itself is not wonderful lest in combination with others imbue each onto each their own unprovincial character. |
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