The real horror of war is something that makes the imagined star wars seem lame... the current war(s) is like a combination of Flander's fields and some weird science fiction with drones and missiles (it is easy to imagine starships too). Just checked my old prompt and realized that someone called Pirate linking up, the link to the poem is lost but I think it was the name you posted under then.
A very real horrifying and gripping story, which are even happening now. I wish some Martians can save us all. But the reality of survival hits very hard. Thanks for your personal share Ain. Keep safe. Grace
In a way, the war you are experiencing is science fiction, a dystopian future we could all be facing, and you are a poet of the future warning us, writing “rather urgently, in those few precious moments before the first bomb arrives”. The title and tag line hooked me, Ain, and I love the urgency of the poem, which is enhanced by the short lines grabbed in the time you have left. I really love these lines:
‘So dressed like stars they fall
Candles in the night’
which lends a little beauty to an ugly situation. And I can believe that it is ‘moments before the first explosion that your imagination can really run wild’.
The real horror of war is something that makes the imagined star wars seem lame... the current war(s) is like a combination of Flander's fields and some weird science fiction with drones and missiles (it is easy to imagine starships too). Just checked my old prompt and realized that someone called Pirate linking up, the link to the poem is lost but I think it was the name you posted under then.
A very real horrifying and gripping story, which are even happening now. I wish some Martians can save us all. But the reality of survival hits very hard. Thanks for your personal share Ain. Keep safe. Grace
In a way, the war you are experiencing is science fiction, a dystopian future we could all be facing, and you are a poet of the future warning us, writing “rather urgently, in those few precious moments before the first bomb arrives”. The title and tag line hooked me, Ain, and I love the urgency of the poem, which is enhanced by the short lines grabbed in the time you have left. I really love these lines:
‘So dressed like stars they fall
Candles in the night’
which lends a little beauty to an ugly situation. And I can believe that it is ‘moments before the first explosion that your imagination can really run wild’.
Stay safe!
When survival is at stake, the mind searches for escape. Please stay safe, Ain.