Walls have moved
changed the scene
crumpled pillars lay to waste
race of mankind masks worn thin
clear lake without movement
Languages shifted
no ability to communicate
foreign place in the universe
reflections seen on glassy surfaces
show who we really are
Robins carry fire on their wings
in another world
frogs glow pink
fish can sing seven different tunes
Space travel is frightening
food precious … harvest’s plight
An atomic blast seen from faraway
computer records family life
on a distant planet
long since gone
changed the scene
crumpled pillars lay to waste
race of mankind masks worn thin
clear lake without movement
Languages shifted
no ability to communicate
foreign place in the universe
reflections seen on glassy surfaces
show who we really are
Robins carry fire on their wings
in another world
frogs glow pink
fish can sing seven different tunes
Space travel is frightening
food precious … harvest’s plight
An atomic blast seen from faraway
computer records family life
on a distant planet
long since gone
process notes:
I wrote this trying to remember some of the images
from "The Martian Chronicles",
which I read quite a few years ago.
Wowzers, fire-winged robins and fish that can sing. Very cool writing (and reading!)I love the scary mood of the poem. You totally nailed it.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Pamela. Surreal images.
ReplyDeletelove martian chronicles...the whole chapter ont eh house of usher...very nice...love the imagery...i find it rather fascinating...
ReplyDeleteThanks Sherry, I almost didn't participate in
ReplyDeletethis prompt, as I am not big on cartoons or
superheroes. Exception being Christian Bale
playing Batman;)
Victoria, thanks:)
ReplyDeleteBrian, it is a great book, that ending about
ReplyDeleteknocked me on the floor.
Interesting poem, indeed. First time to visit your blog and like it very much. Will tiptoe back soon. hugs, pat
ReplyDeleteFantatstic write - I think Ray Bradbury would think ya did right by him!
ReplyDeletespace travel?
ReplyDeletelove your imaginations here...well done,
thanks for linking to potluck.
you rock!
A++
very very unusually broken in bits and pieces but what i like is that in the end it all fits and thats nice! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cinderella-for-a-man/
ReplyDeleteI love how you fit all the fragments into one cohesive, thought-provoking poem. It's dreamlike with all the images flashing by at hyper-speeds, but it's also real because of what is truly behind it all.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat, do visit again.
ReplyDeleteab, that is a very nice thing to say.
ReplyDeletefiveloaf, life is like that sometimes.
ReplyDeleteSo much truth, RJ, it is a bit scary.
ReplyDeleteWow, Pam. This whole poem is phenomenal. The last stanza surpassed that.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, I had considered passing on this
ReplyDeleteprompt, as nothing was coming to me.
Right on. I really like the feeling this poem evokes and the imagery. I smiled when I thought about frogs glowing pink on a strange alien world. Very cool.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ben, that is a very nice thing to say.
ReplyDeleteI think Mr. Bradbury would be tickled with this. Well done. You've quite an imagination. I think I particularly like the image of glowing pink frogs ... quite something! :-)
ReplyDeleteFine Pot Luck contribution, Pam! I love it. Sorry I'm here late ...
Enjoying my catch-up visit. Thank you! :-)
super witty job.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jamie, I would hope that to be true.
ReplyDeleteThanks PPPL!
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