Lately my mantennae are twitching more than usual, folks.
The prophecies are surely uncloaking.
Time to batten down the hatches.
A potent darkness is approaching the front doorstep.
Clutch your loved ones to your sunken chest.
It's nearly midnight; the world is on full tilt.
Nuclear pinballs ricocheting off bent flippers.
Madmen will never lead anything into battle.
They'll just push a button to begin the cleanse,
The darkness wants to speed up the blender of Armageddon.
In the meantime, enjoy the day.
Have a lick of your favorite ice cream.
Kick back and watch the ultimate fireworks display.
Darkness
Fills the cocoon
Forming transformation
Designing a sleeping-beauty
Rebirth.
Uncloaking nature's mastery
From crawly wooly worm
Glides butterfly
Brilliance.
April 28, 2020
~2nd Place~
Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain
Sponsor: Jenish Somadas
Judged: 05/14/2020
Bewildering
Yet, astonishing
Is how the leaves are emblazoning
With such stunning
Coloring.
They are capturing
The essence of fall. As the wind is blowing
Through the trees it's whispering
To the leaves it's time to fall. The uncloaking
Begins in a swirling,
Twirling,
And floating
Dance which is denuding.
It shows the webbing
Of spindly long thin wooden extensions exposing
The interior making
It the exterior while comprehending
That when the tree awakens from sleeping
Which is impending.
It will be nurturing
Up new growth revealing
Again the resurrecting
Of something
Totally amazing.
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