Doomsday clouds
formed in neighbor’s eyes,
economic apocalypse
reflected in their gaze
from tribulation of being laid off.
Fondling remote
flipping it to sitcom hibernation
numbs mind
to suffering outside the door.
Termination thunderstorms
through one’s paradise,
opening eyes to recession wasteland
presumed viewed so clearly
while napping during news.
Author notes
prompt: but I never felt so awake...
50 words
A contest entry
- lack of sleep by written-in-ink.
700 points, ended December 6, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice
love the picture you have painted
great take on the prompt
thank you and good luck
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Very stagnant, realistic and cynical poem.
I've felt like this (though not for the same reasons) many times before.
Great work and good luck in contest! -
wow, bleak and beautiful. great job
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