A catastrophe hits
with the letter Z
and the atoms we reap
are life's casualties,
yet; we smile in the Sun
and hide from the rain,
and with polluted breath
we start the name-blame game.
The news says "acid"
in concealing ways,
as we watch our sky
turn to purple haze.
Gray arrows fly from
a withered bow;
and their rush to the banks
are a mighty show.
The pink became gray
as the yellow watched,
and the Sun cried out;
"look what the humans botched."
Because we sent the reaper
with his black design;
so now the rainbows dead,
and we ain't far behind."
Author notes
Prompt: Death of a Rainbow
A contest entry
- Death of a Rainbow by karma-n-peace.
1195 points, ended November 10, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Standing Ovation! HOORAY!
Can't say much more and there is nothing but the poetic truth penned here.
Hooray Hooray Hooray!
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