The Great Unwinding – 17th May 2024

Shared with No Theme Thursday picture prompt and somewhat inspired after reading Divine Providence by Judy Dykstra Brown. After humanity ceases, the world will still be here.

Time didn’t stop, just the clocks;

the winders wandered off.

Mad monks meditated

buried under a tomb of rocks.

The fat ladies have sung after supper,

“This is the end,
my friend”,

winding down the winder-upper.

That’s about the yin and yang

of it, forever keeps on coming;

trees still fall in the forest,

but all the poets are dead.