The ocean is the biggest of Big Screens
A mix of every color above and below
The bright and dark blues of the early morn
The sparkling glints of mid day's bright white
The reds, pinks, oranges, dancing off rippled sunsets
A big screen bordered by an infinite shore
Depths deeper than any big screen could fill
Endless action of minute changes
Minute changes affecting the major
Try to click it off
Try to change the channel
Try to claim it has no effect on you
Try and your dead
For Mother Nature is betrothed to King Neptune
And their marriage is God's greatest novela
Televised upon the planet's Biggest Screen
About the Creator
Bob Driver
Father. Husband. Son. Friend. Surf Slider
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Bob Driver and writers in Poets and other communities.
181 Keeping Watch
Each day she watched through her window. Watched? Perhaps an exaggeration: a monochromatic nuclear aftermath remaining of the world, blurring into a blindness--loss of contrast and depth of field. Achromatic aberrations displayed a waste-scape stratified in grays.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.