Poetry ~ Lost Sun

Where were you the day the sun lost its shine, and all went dark for the very last time? I remember our world before we lost the light, before the sun went missing and we were trapped in the night. There was a feeling called warmth and a color called green that painted a forest once filled with trees. They tried to warn us that the end times were nigh, but no one knew the sun would leave the sky. That was decades ago before the cosmic faux pas that hurled earth into darkness and stripped the land raw. Now humanity withers deep underground in search of a sun that will never be found.

Poetry ~ A Calamity of Chaos

It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
beginning

No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
too few

Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all

‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on

as one world ended
and other began

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Sunday Confessions

Dear Reader,

Be forewarned, but not alarmed.

My posts and poetry will take a dark turn over the next few months. The long stormy nights of autumn bring out the “BOO!” in me ~ all things spooky and supernatural!

I’m also reading a sci-fi novel, so I’ll be throwing in some “end times” poetry to keep you on the edge!

I’m allowing my inner artist to run free … and letting my co-conspirator, Aunt Lizzie, out of the closet. She’s harmless. Kinda.

Until the snow flies ~ Beware!

Yours under the Quaking Aspen,

aspen-trees

~ Sue, aka Aunt Lizzie

For history on my collaborations with Aunt Lizzie check out the following posts:

Lizzie’s Revenge

The Dead Poet

The Path