While thinking about a novel I may (or may not) write, this poem made its way into my mind.  I had to pen it down as soon as it showed up, and decided to include it as today’s post. I am working on two ideas for future novels, and I am unsure of what will be next (usually the loudest idea wins), while I continue to work on the current novel, which I almost lost, hence why it has taken so long to publish. I hope you enjoy this little piece of imperfect poetry.

Earth is Round No More

Earth is round no more

it has turned into a box

a square of criticism

the righteous chant of all.

 

Boxed in it rests our humanity,

understanding, and our love.

The lid so tightly closed

The air, stale down below.

 

A planet of diversity

turned into one of selfies

quick to shout geometric words

slow to think beyond the box.

 

Earth is round no more

Crucify the next cyber post

Messiah, of  gigabytes born

The Beast claimed the throne.

 

Earth is round no more

Hearts are wired, brains are stoned

Earth is round no more

Heaven’s stars, fallen short.