it came too soon

a struggling-to-be-up morning

that croaked its way to seven

i peeped to no peepul

it lay on its side, up-

rooted, there was no road,

only rubble random and dust


the crater next door

had grown over-night

my own concrete box

was tottering

i might slip

and fall


P.S: Linked as a Real Toad to the Imaginary Garden for Mama Zen’s 50 word Poe-et Challenge (

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17 Responses to it came too soon

  1. Sabio Lantz says:

    For me this sorrowfully uses Poe-like visions to capture the last images of the man whose florida home was gobbled by a sinkhole. Great response to MZ’s prompt!

  2. Mama Zen says:

    This is really creative! Some really great lines, too.

  3. Helen Dehner says:

    After reading about the huge landslide in the Seattle area … your poem hits close to home.

  4. Margaret says:

    croaked its way to seven

    Oh, now that is how I see mornings… I so long to be an early riser.. 🙂

  5. Kay Davies says:

    I seldom rise early, perhaps sparing myself the sight of craters opening up outside my window.
    An unusual and interesting write! Well done.

  6. hedgewitch says:

    Chilling foreshadowing of something we just don;t want to see, but is always there.

  7. a scary way to wake no matter the hour!

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