Consequences
'Unscramble' Challenge
A second entry created for Heather Hubler's delicious 'Unscramble' Challenge. For this poem, I challenged myself not only to create an acrostic, rhyming poem that Unscrambles a 12 letter word, I also challenged myself to decrease the first words by one letter (12, 11, 10, etc.) until the final line (which proved harder than I'd even expected). Then I ended with my 12-letter word. Here we go...
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"So let the weary land be rested and the killing season over
Let the shadows stretch forever in the light of burnished silver
For I fear the age of consequence and I wish that it was over"
--Winter, New Model Army
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Calculations made without concern, principles dispersed.
Objectivity be damned, you say. Someone else can care for Earth.
Namelessly, shamelessly, you await your prize.
Sacrifice the universe -- to live through others' eyes?
Earmarks for your projects, dear?
Qualify the cost.
Uglies, lies, are hunting you. Why do you look so lost?
Ernst? You were, once, back when...
"Name the place and time."
Can you please turn your cell phone off?
"Eh?" Is your reply. I smile.
Sadistically, you laugh. But you fail to recognize.
There will be CONSEQUENCES, dear, for every earthly crime.
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Copyright © 03/28/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.
Comments (5)
That line says it all!! Sadly, so much of this is what I see from day to day anymore. I love that you challenged yourself even more!
As a massive fan of acrostics...I was already sold on this...Then you just weaved this perfect bit of social commentary and that last line just says it all. Well done on a brilliant entry into Heather's challenge, Christy.
Whoaaaa, you always never fail to amaze me! I loveeeeee what you did to all those first words!
So clever! This is such a great entry for the challenge.
Nice one and worthy subject!