written for Writer's Digest's
2020 April Poem-a-Day challenge:
Prompt: Write a Space poem.
This was later shared on
Poets and Storytellers United's
Writers' Pantry #24: Mr. Frodo, I Do Understand
on Sunday, June 14, 2020.
This was later shared on
Poets and Storytellers United's
Writers' Pantry #24: Mr. Frodo, I Do Understand
on Sunday, June 14, 2020.
i've lost control
and all of hope
as i'm going to escape
off to outer space
far from this illness
to maintain existence
but alas!
i didn't know
that all my fellow astronauts
on this mission to Mars
have been in contact
with the Corona pest
no wonder i'm losing oxygen
oh my goodness
is this how i end?
Oh, my... How reassuring....NOT! But definitely does what it intends, so: BRAVO!
ReplyDeleteEerie & horrifying. Gave me the shivers despite the early-morning sunshine. :)
ReplyDeleteYou have describe the Perfect Nightmare!
ReplyDeleteA nightmare, indeed.
ReplyDeletePerfect stream of consciousness poem for the time we live in. Off off and away.
ReplyDeleteIt does seem like the end.. but we mustn't think like that!
ReplyDeleteSome days it does feel like there's no escape.
ReplyDeleteI guess they were wrong, space is definitely not big enough!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I can't help but think of movies like Snake On a Plane. Or, Corona in Space.
That's unfortunate. I like the poem, though. :)
ReplyDeleteCompelling close on a piece that - could never have been written - at any other time, than in these strange, dark days.
ReplyDeleteOh dear!
ReplyDeleteThe last thing I fancy doing is going up in a spacecraft, it's dangerous enough driving on our roads!
ReplyDeleteOh no the ultimate disaster Corona even among the astronauts Nowhere to run
ReplyDeleteA seemingly disastrous space mission! How awful to be trapped in space with the Corona virus. I would hope that the sterility of the spaceship and the lack of gravity and oxygen would kill it off.
ReplyDeleteNo place to hide.. truly!
ReplyDeleteWhere can we go! Safe nowhere..
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