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Sunshine Daydream
by Tony WhitakerThe gun-metal light of dawn
plays upon the atomic plague
of a cold gray summer morn
Time ticks away the minutes of Earth
as the hours of the day play
upon its drab powdered blanket
Ashes of the late world carried on
the grim and temporal winds
to and fro in a stark sterile void
The sun now rises on a cloaked world
deep dark clouds surround antiseptic water
and an ancient lake of lethal sand
What once bore granitic souls
proud of what they once had wrought
remains a few fossil tracks in dried sludge
A brain now dimmed in a dull glass bell
now lies dormant in this silent shell
its death lies bleeding from an empty well
01/11/2011 Posted on 01/11/2011
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/11/11 at 09:55 PM Man I wish I could set the stage like this. Your imagery is just the stuff of ruthless legend, sir. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/11 at 06:17 PM Rich, stark vocabulary here, Tony. It's grim. I especially like the sun still going about it business and time ticking away. The brain makes me think of Einstein, and I suspect he would appreciate this and ask for a bag to cover the glass bell. Thanks! |
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