Ode to The End

I remember…

Looking up at this same powder blue sky
With the occasional star becoming visible
As the warm sunlight ebbs from the day

And then an aircraft
Might have soared across my view
Silent and majestic, like a steel bird
And trailing warm breath behind it…

I remember…

Looking out at this same woody landscape
This face of nature, this unbroken green
As dawn breaks golden white on the day

And then maybe a chink
As milk bottles arrive fresh with cream
Maybe a motor humming softly to life
As an early riser heads sleepy to his job

I remember…

Walking through this same soft woodland
With it’s shades of brown and spongy loam
With squirrels climbing and the smell of earth

And then another smell
The smell of bacon frying over crackling logs
As happy campers laugh over their breakfast
Drinking tea as their care-free children romp.

Those things are gone now.
They are my distant memory.
The memory of an old, old woman.
One of the last few who remember at all.
The children now do not know aircraft, nor motors.
They don’t know milk in bottles, nor bacon, nor hot tea.
They cower in fear before the face of nature, that unbroken green.
I don’t even know how I would explain “camping” to these wilderness kids.
They grew up in this endless world where there are no homes, no cars, no travel.
There’s just this powder blue sky, and soft woodland, squirrels, and the smell of earth.

Reviews

[ice]

I love the ebb and flow of this, the way it gently carrys the reader on its shoulders, like a loving parent.
But, it is a bit of an enigma for me.
I am wondering who the "old,old woman"is?
This cannot be you, so , is it ,that you are not the narrator?
And are these lost children the ones who larp all day in the fantasy world of electric?, Are these the ones who don't look towards the sky in awe, like their predessesors?
Children that live in "no homes" are these homeless children?
or am I missing the points of your metaphors...
I am curious to solve the riddles here..or maybe I am just dense this morning.
Anyway...I do like the poem...especially how it draws out at the end..making the lines longer and longer is a fine touch.
Thank you for sharing..

[PianoandPage]

nice twist! i love the soft paced imagery and the perspective of what we will have as stories at the world's end.

[trainwreck]

Wow this is amazing. I didn't expect that end. Very well written. I love the last two lines so much.