For a short instant the ruins will remain, soon to disappear under Nature's grip. So will go the traces of an obnoxious species. Image source
The Prompt For some days I have been deep in Neal Stephenson's Seveneves, perhaps one of the most daunting reads of the past decade. I intend to review the novel on my Goodreads page, but for now, suffice to say that sounds have a role in that astounding saga of the end, and rebirth, of … Continue reading Sound #DailyPrompt #WritersWednesday
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. "We'll be fine here," she says, looking to the horizon and the melting ochres of the desert. I acquiesce: not only this is a blessed land, but we also know the people here, they are our friends, they have adopted us, and they will bury … Continue reading Earth #TheDailyPost
For today’s prompt, tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false. True: Love is forever Our souls are immortal Beauty will triumph False: Greed rules Evil will triumph The earth is flat
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees? I see the world reflected in your eyes For what I see you have seen first A long time before I was born ~ And now the colours are the colours you see The shapes, … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Landscape
Do not insult Her, for She may not forgive ~ and then we will die in the blackness and silence of space…
She is vast, beautiful like a constellation.
She and I are made up of the same stars.
If you could search her eyes
you would see a whole universe swirling there.
Being a part of her is like riding on a spaceship,
watching as the moon shines like a disco light.
Don’t try to harm her. She’ll become destructive.
Her storms are wild and restless.
Inside she is a fragile chemistry set.
I wish to hug her to me, keep her safe,
but she’s too big to wrap my arms across.
Her seas are endless. She holds life in a pulsating fist.
Her secrets carry on the wind. Her breath is my breath.
©2013 Louise Hastings
A belated Earth Day poem 🙂
The ancient tale came back to his mind, one morning. He was working at his desk, surrounded by the quiet notes of Mozart, as usual the best time for his inspiration and enjoying dawn coffee. The story had been written eons ago, in an empire now defunct, by a long dead author, whose name he … Continue reading Andromeda