NaPoWriMo # 22: Old Enemies

Old Enemies

The day started as abruptly
as a bomb reverberating
outside the cold war shelter,
the shelter that was never use for
the bomb that never dropped.

The doors of the shelter were
covered in rust,
flowers filled the fears
of tomorrows predicted to
be replaced by mushroom clouds
instead of flinching, crouching under desks
we are all dizzy from the Wall
crumbling in 1989.

While we walked
the emporium of cold war relics,
a squall was building,
a fierce psychosis of false security,
as the loan bombers,
replaced the normal old enemies,
that once could always be
reachable
by a red phone.


April 22, 2010

This poem was based off a prompt at Read Write Poem that showed a Wordle.
Here is a Wordle made from my poem. You can make a Wordle to by going to http://www.wordle.net/