Posted: March 11, 2012 in Ramblings of a sober Poet
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And so…
It seems the end of the world is
13 minutes late.

And in the distance
my pantry groans
under the weight
of all that tinned food.

©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
This Poem is linked to d’versepoets.com:Poetics(1999)

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

  1. brian miller says:

    hehe…maybe Y2K was a conspiracy of the grocery stores to clean all their shelves you know….

  2. Claudia says:

    haha…our neighbors have bought loads of tinned food as well..think they’re still eating from it..smiles

  3. Shawna says:

    Ha! Poets can say so much in few words. Love it. 🙂 These are my favorite poems—snacks, I call them.

    Loved these thoughts:
    “13 minutes late”
    “my pantry groans”

  4. Mama Zen says:

    Oh, this is clever!

  5. Perfectly concise. 🙂

  6. booguloo says:

    The sky will fall, we just don’t know when.

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