Not so long ago, a world made of glass
slowly reached an impasse
At war with tenacious beliefs bolstered
by the timidity of belief distorted
They waited for dark times to pass
Cracks begin to form — soon, a crevasse
Devastation ensued en masse
Repercussions sorted by leaders they’d once courted
in this world made of glass
Counting minutes passing through an hourglass
Desperately hiding from those devoting time to harass
Some attempts to escape thwarted
For others, kind words from strangers exhorted
All the while, fighting enemies gathered in fields of grass
to shelter this world made of glass
Photo: Dale Rogerson
Prompt: Friday Fictioneers, Tablo Prompts
Enjoyed your take on this picture. Such an image of history you allude to. How breakable and fragile this world was, fighting between politicians and battling on fields of grass. Never realizing, the end was always near, the sands of time less and less, and their civilization fractured.
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Thank you! I love your comments. It’s almost as if you respond in poem. Very uplifting!
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Thanks Michele. Lol, too much poetry writing I guess. Have a good week 🙂
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Never too much! 😀
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Yes, Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! Loved your poem
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Thanks!
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Haunting poem to make me ponder.
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Thank you
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Dear Michele,
A world made of glass would be a fragile thing indeed.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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