On the last night
at the end of the world,
as the ocean obliterated
the entire coastline,
east and west,
she raised a glass of House red
in homage
to all
we might have been.
for Magaly's prompt at Real Toads: to use irony in a poem based on one or all of the New Yorker cartoons. I picked the first one but really, it could have been all three.
I love that at the end of everything, when all is falling to pieces around her, she remains strong in her believe that we could’ve been so much more (if we hadn’t been so careless and greedy and all around wasteful).
ReplyDeleteRaising a glass and washing it down while watching the world wash away. Cheers to that.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly gorgeous in its brevity and courage, Sherry!❤️
ReplyDeleteI'm all for this, Sherry. Yes, cheers!!! If we go might as well enjoy. I for sure wouldn't want a "last meal".
ReplyDeleteSurprise, surprise. I just finished jotting down a little ditty about enjoying world's end. Yours is a nice poem, no ditty. I linked as Jim 2.
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Short, (bitter)sweet, and powerful.
ReplyDeletePowerful...the end. Sigh!
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I love that it's house wine and not some fabulous vintage.
ReplyDeleteI be poor. LOL. Have never tasted an expensive wine.
ReplyDeleteThis is like drinking at a funeral.
ReplyDeletesigh... You captured a mood, that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteUgh no kidding
ReplyDeleteWonderfully simple and poignant. Love ya, Sherry!
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