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Time quake

What would happen
if nine eleven
happened on nine seven?

This is loosely inspired by today’s prompt and a Kurt Vonnegut book I’m reading, called Time quake. Time gets turned back 10 years, and everybody has to relive the 10 years again, without the possibility to change anything. When the time quake is suddenly over and free will enters the stage again, things are confusing for people.

This poem has a different angle. It’s about when things are different. I’ve always been interested in “What if…” questions about history.

This three line question really makes me wonder, but also makes me sad. So many people lost so many people. It’s a painful question. Feel free to create your own answer.

This was today’s prompt: “Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.”

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Ask the dust

The gin was conspicuously strewn across the room
leaving no chair free to sit on

The lice on my skull squirmed
thirsty for something else than blood and dandruff

I picked up the ripped bathrobe
soaked with milk and cornflakes

Sirens in the distance
Time to leave
The poets will be here soon

Written for #NaPoWriMo day 18. Using the prompt where you go to the nearest book and pick ten words from page 29 that attract your eye, and the use 7 of them for a poem. I ended up with 8. The book was Ask the dust from John Fante.

May I add that if you like poetry, John Fante is a writer you should really check out? His sentences are incredible.

Dangerous beauty

Everywhere I go
I see beauty
Incredible beauty

Today I walked past the butcher shop
And had to go in
Because of beauty
This incredible beauty

The muscles in her arms
Unveiled the strength of her soul
I forgot to buy meat
But I will see her tonight
My beauty
My incredible beauty

‘t was only yesterday
That I met the condesa
Such beauty
Such incredible beauty

Her delicate fingers
Reflecting the tenderness of her soul
I saw her that night
And shared my feelings
It’s not a matter of lust
But of expressing my appreciation
For beauty
For incredible beauty

I dread who I’ll meet tomorrow
Beauty will devour me at some point

I can still feel all the soft lips
That revealed the sweetness of their souls
See all the bright eyes
That showed the brightness of their minds
Every elbow that had me hooked
On the sharpness of her spirit
Every foot that stood her ground
Every belly mirroring fertile feelings
Every breast revealing nourishing thoughts

It’s too much to contain
For I cannot forget any of them
And yet I meet new beauty
Incredible beauty
That my soul cannot resist

I’ve beheld God
In his creations

When will I be full to the brim
Unable to take more loveliness in
And explode

(NaPoWriMo prompt #14, delivered on day 15. It saved me another syllable count :))