Apocalypse – A Quadrille

Clouds fill
the sky
darkening the days
A somber mood
covers the earth
in a blanket of disdain
No animal makes
a sound
nor a bird
does sing
The oceans are
on raging fire
marking earth
with a blood stain
 
The end is nigh
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

De Jackson (aka Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting
D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille and has 
prompted us with the word "Fill"
 
 Image by code404 from Pixabay

Promote Monday - Go Dog Go Cafe 

19 thoughts on “Apocalypse – A Quadrille”

1. Powerful poetry.

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   1. Thank you smooch Sadje❤️

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      1. A pleasure Christine.

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   2. Ha! SO MUCH …not smooch!

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2. A drastically profound poem…. best i go a refuel my space-craft “Itmims”
   https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/itims-ivors-time-machine-inside-micro-space/

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   1. I’ll hitch a ride with you Ivor! Loved your poem💕🙂

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      1. Your very welcome Christine, I’ll can pick you up…. It’s a versatile little craft, able to land on anyone’s front doormat ….xx

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      2. 🤣 brilliant!

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      3. Yeah…🚀🌏💫

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3. A very scary day!

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   1. Uh huh! We are heading that way eventually 😕

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4. A very unsettling scenario!

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   1. Yes indeed Dwight 😦

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5. We gave seen it,, and how it may happen… alas there are none who seems wanting to stop it.

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   1. Yes, it is most unsettling 😔

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6. The ocean on fire does sound like the end.

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   1. Scary thought isn’t it Frank?

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7. Powerful. When we aren’t here, the earth will still be filled, but not with the same awareness. Paralells Amaya’s prompt MTB, but later stage.

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   1. Thank you so much Lona 😍

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