AI created picture with the poem as prompt June 2025.
Sun-locked rays,
clinging to driftwood—
the earth’s melting surface
boils with dying force.
.
Shadows fall short.
No longer does relief
exist
in our rotations.
.
Greed of Man,
Selfish Stupidity,
Monetary Arrogance,
Global Indifference.
.
Soon, far too late—
the waters rise,
menacing clouds hunt
the comfort
of civilization.
.
Winds rage,
thrash the sea,
pierce rooftops
like the thinnest
cookies!
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, pierced rooftops like the thinnest cookies, I especially loved that. Hope you're doing well Henrik