the last night.

she trembled her fingers
through thoughtlessly tumbled hair
listening to the final shrieks
of a humanity long past being humane

a silver limned tear

traced, cliche-like,

the moonround curve of her cheek 

palely reflecting a flicker of the dying sun

supernovas, she thought,
were too long used
to describe something grand

something so large it was beyond mortal ken

the reality was far sadder

merely a dimming

a reddening of freckled bloodlight 

to dust across manmade windows

cacophony and chaos abounding 
amongst far-flung prayers
poured from lips in languages long lost

eked through the walls of her sanctuary

all of us adrift in a dream dreamt

by ancestors far gone

from any who have begun

this shuffling off of our mortal coil

Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

ah.... the last drop of hope that escapes her eyes and drips into the emptiness of the world. And what will one tell her to regain the brightness again...or restore the faith her ancestors passed down from generation to generation? One can only imagine. You've got me contemplating with this bleakly beautiful poem... Sign of a great poetess.

[floarealbastra10]

beautiful poem

[Tony]

Once again, I have not been disappointed.
I come here to feel something old and something new, and to hear the song of the poems of beautiful Jenniewren.

[emmajoy]

This is as beautiful the worst can be, you've spun a nightmare with amazing words .. humanity fading into the mess its made.

[MuSe Ampoule]

This is great work! Beautifully accurate of what has become of "humanity". While both dark and poignant, the word you use to create your images are solid and sharp!

[Nobody.]

Beautiful, sad, thought and powerful. My favorite.

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Fantastic use of very strong images to evoke equally strong feelings and emotions within the reader.

[SpokenWord]

This makes me think of the end of the world as we know it, maybe something I have been thinking too much about since it isn't in my control in the first place. In African cultures people learn through stories told by elders. It is a great position to hold. The art of story telling is one to me that is more natural than learned it is a gift that far exceeds a normal writer/poet. You have always had this gift in all your writings as you are one who can teach through stories rather they are about super nova's or sitting in a rocking chair looking out of a window. Superb.

[OT]

oh yes!!!! now I have to agree with Corey here - this is brilliant - the descriptions so well crafted, delicate but harsh - twisting around!! love it - a favourite!

[Robin]

these are the kind of words that flow from and through the soul ...