Monday, October 14, 2013


Pretend the world is not spinning out of control.  
Pretend it is the warm and resting season 
When you can take your best friend out for some exercise.

Pretend that the golden sunset is not colder than usual
Pretend that you are not alone as all of your clan has joined anothers
And you are left alone.

Welcome the arrival of the reapers
Even though they will take it all and leave nothing
As they party like tomorrow will never come.

Or you can do something about it and quit pretending.


Brian Miller said...

zinger of a last line there....we def pretend way too much and not in good ways...until it all comes tumbling down...

messymimi said...

If you turn your head long enough, you get smacked in the back of it.

Bob Bushell said...

Good thinking, brilliant photos.

SueAnn Lommler said...

Thanks for this for sure

Joanne Noragon said...

Provoking poem with a tough last line. I do like your initial picture as an illustration.

Red said...

You're issuing us with a huge challenge. We have to quit pretending that all is good and wake up and save the earth.

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Mage said...

Nice images all through. you mean I can't stick my head in the sand? Goodness.