Happenings of the End of the World
Here’s how it happened:
Gray sunlight opened on a poor couple walking on the beach,
and rather than hands they grew roses from their arms,
tightly intertwined and carefully woven around each other
so as not to harm the other with their thorns.
A noise from the waters startled them—
A shrill cry that raced over the sea and punctured the waves with tall,
Soprano vibrations.
Like a child was reaching out too them.
And what happened next,
The couple staring at the sunset with the faceless voice,
yearning to comfort it,
aching to embrace this mournful thing
that was surely to devastated to show itself.
This, they said, was The End of the World; hollow shouts ripping through the surface of the earth,
A plague darker than Death clouding the skies.
In the end, they thought about the irony of it all—
They had thought the skies would be infected red with dust and smoke
They had thought that the ground would crumble from beneath them
They had thought that The End of the World would be a slow thing to come about.
They never thought it would be so painful. So heartbreaking. So raw.
Like the bullet shot from a riffle long aimed at the heart of a lion,
The End of the World happened in the blink of an eye.
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Annette M Velasquez
Wow! This is exquisite, your use of metaphor and imagery is at an entirely different level from what one is accustomed to reading in the majority of poetry. The crafting here is very intricate. I was intrigued by the title, and pleasantly surprised by the poem... Excellent!
Annette M Velasquez
My only critiques are minor- at about the middle a typo- it should read " surely" and " too," also the inconsistencies of capitalization- where and when to capitalize... But otherwise the poem shows a high caliber of poetics.