Best Travelearth Poems
Sanguine moon
hanging over the Earth on fire,
where's the escape from dire?
Red flames from flowing lava, will soon
will leave nothing but ashes,
showing burned faces with no lashes.
I would row a boat, if the up-heavel so unanticipated
weren't from the turbulent sea declaring war;
and rowing with a force never conceived or ever needed,
I could reach the untroubled side of the opposite shore.
Fate, be kind to me, unlikely the sanguine moon
hanging over the Earth on fire with clouds so dark and full;
fate, let me reach another civilization before forenoon,
not to be engulfed by fuming waves as an ignominious fool.