Mar 12
poem challenge: My Generation

Dominoes

I can see them now
all the dominoes in the world
falling toward us

someone pushed them
I have no idea who
but that doesn't matter very much

my mind is making up 
the magnetic notes 
as the dominoes fall on top of each other
too far off to hear

I am making up the words
wavering like reeds as they touch the clouds
the harmony is so gorgeous
too close to understand

it's a lovely thing
watching the dominoes fall 
in white waves dotted black

I have no idea what we will do when
they reach us
but that doesn't matter very much

because the whole world
is drowning in an ocean of dominoes
but at least the music is exquisite