Inspired by All 4 Images
Questions without Answers
How do you imagine the unimaginable—
the unseeable seen, the unknowable unnoticed
glimpsed in night-scraping skitters
given life in dreams.
How do you stop it–the tsunami, the meteor, the uprooted tree, the jaunty bullet
whistling at you?
You think you’re invincible, propped high on pillows in every hue—and dragons slayed.
Oh, frabjous day!
But you’ve seen the last sunset.
Now on a precipice, the sky above you is ashy-grey—
and you sway.
For Paul Brookes’ Poetry Month Ekphrastic Challenge. You can see the art and read the other poems here.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Doom-laden
Yes. Thank you, Derrick.
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul!
‘the jaunty bullet’
Fantastic!
Thank you! 🙂
Having just read Diana’s story this seems like the harrowing coda. We really do seem to be teetering on the precipice. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe.
Yes, you’re right–they could go together–and yes, we do.
Lovely!
I looked at the pics first.
Reading your poems before &/or after creates different experiences.
Thank you for taking the extra time to compare, Resa!