Cierra Piasecki


What If - Poem by Cierra Piasecki

The phone in the hand
Computer on the table,
then all noises stop..

Looks of confusion
crowd the streets of the town square...
the noises start up

Ears are pounding and
visions of the future gone..
what to do without

Without the world there..
No plans to continue this
Where do we start now

Look out the window
See the possibilities..
and don’t burn them down.

Topic(s) of this poem: earth, technology

Form: Haiku


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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