Haiku: Changes

A slight cooling tinge
A small cricket weariness
Sings autumn to the trees

God’s fate

God was in one of his moods
Lightning seared the mountaintops
Bilious gases erupted in the seas
The earth opened and swallowed cities
Whole

Sacrifice a son? For what?
For that pathetic string of snot
Befouling my blue pearl?

Fate, serene, unmoved
Merely kept her gaze
Focused on the navel
Of heaven and earth

You banished them from their birthright
Sent them tumbling, willy-nilly
into the blackness
Of their own hearts
Into deathless ruination
Now some part of your immortal spark
must suffer anguish and die

Alright, alright!
But I’ll make the bastards pay!

Monday poetry prompt #17

A good one from We Drink because We’re Poets. Here’s my take:

Blustering grey clouds
No cover for the weary
Winter eyes shiver

Glass

The temperature of the planet‘s atmosphere is a scorching 1,000C, and it rains glass, sideways, in howling 7,000km-per-hour winds.

It rained.
Hot, searing transparencies
Welded too soon to our
Lovely dying skin

The howling thunder
Clapped, ignored, derided
Wreaked its vengeance
Each moment anew,

Anew, anew,
Until agony seemed a respite
Our muzzled minds could only bark
Why didn’t we…

In leaps dawn

In leaps dawn
Like impetuous whimsey
All dressed in fiery red
Eyes burning with mad ambition

A pox on sleep!
The fawning dead
Drifting endlessly into
Oblivion

Not for us!
Up like buttercups
Like spiky woven thistles
Up toward the solar apogee

Until finally, inevitably,
The long graceless glide
Begins again

In slips dusk
All dusky