"Tell us in Haiku what
'out there' is like," they asked. Can
so few syllables
describe such devastation?
Was this rubble, once, the Earth?"
Kyakuchuu
aka
Starward
[*/+/^]
Author's Notes/Comments:
The request in the first two lines is meant to allude to the commission given the fictional Poet, Gallinger, in Roger Zelazny's magnificent science fiction story, "A Rose For Ecclesiastes." I highly recommend the story, which is one of the most literate, allusive, and gut-wrenching tales, in any genre, that I have ever read.
Wow! You did it! By shrewdly
Wow! You did it! By shrewdly skipping to the aftermath, and with an accomplished agility that lives up to the form, you fit an epic into a capsule.
Many great writers have created protracted stories around this dystopian theme, but all you had to do was take an applause-worthy snippet of conversation and turn it, gracefully, into a thriller. I do love the suggestion of a great chasm, perhaps ideological or cultural, but certainly of distance, between the worlds that have converged.
Emphasizing "the" at the end spoke volumes as well.
A stunning maneuver. Take a bow, fine Poet!
Thank you. As a kid, I used
Thank you. As a kid, I used to dream of writing science fiction, but was intimidated by length . . . even the length of a short story. I just couldn't sustain it. I think that was my inclination to Poetry making an early appearance before I even realized what it was. Maybe this poem was beginning to form even then (lol). Thanks again for the comment.
J-9th94