The Doldrums of Diku had arrived at the museum
Silently they stood as we gazed open-mouthed at them.
Gifts from advanced space aliens shouldn’t be met with rebuff
So we studied each stony structure with all the right stuff.
From blue to pink they’d change and then back again
Interstellar modern art of singularly useless distraction.
Then came the day the eggs cracked down the middle
But excitement had waned and no one cared a fiddle
As if the Doldrums of Diku had weighed down our spirits
Till what once would have thrilled, now just bored us to pieces.
genre: fantasy; word count: 99; Rochelle Wisoff-Fields very kindly invites us to join the Friday Fictioneers in their weekly creative quests of a hundred words or less prompted by a photo. Click on the frog and join in!
This Jolly Beggar 
No patience these humans. On to the next passing fad!
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Stuck in the doldrums they are. :>)
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True, even in the real world. Things that a decade ago would have sent all of us into a panic, we don’t even notice now. A very very sad testament to humankind it is. Great Writing!
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We tend to tire easily, no stamina. Thanks, Bear.
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The seemingly infiniite capacity of the human being to get bored and long for something new. And thereby miss the changing beauty of the familiar. I really like this poem, Dora.
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If there’s no flash or excitement, we do tend to give it a miss, and so miss a lot. Always enjoy your comments, Jenne, thank you.
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You probably have to be a Diku to totally get it
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You may have put your finger on it Neil.
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What came next, I wonder? The Diku didn’t leave their precious eggs in a museum for nothing, I’m sure.
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That’s a whole ‘nother story as they say. ;>)
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Their “15 minutes of fame” was up 😦 I wonder what hatched out? Maybe humans will be paying attention again soon….
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Let’s hope the gifts aren’t Trojan horses. :>)
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You brought out the fickleness of the human mind very well.
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Thank you!
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Dear Dora,
I would think there’d be some excitement at the hatching. We do become jaded to the point where nothing excites, don’t we? Rather tragic commentary. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
We ARE always looking for the next new thrill or gadget to distract us, aren’t we? Thank you for reading. 🌹
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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Wow, this is very vivid and beautifully terse.
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Thank you Jude.
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My pleasure 🍁🧡
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i guess nothing lasts forever. 🙂
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Not even the doldrums. 🙂
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So very typical for us to rush from headline to headline, scandal to scandal without thought and reflection and so miss what’s important, what’s behind it all. And so things can hatch in the dark until they can’t be ignored any longer.
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You’re so right, especially your last line about hatching in the dark. Easily distracted, we tend to pay the price at a later date when it’s almost too late. Civilizational brinkmanship is a game we’re always playing.
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Attention spans of gnats, that’s what we’ve become! Nothing lasts, nothing makes an impression. It is rather sad. Excellent take!
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Maybe the “doldrums” are about to teach us a lesson. Thank you Dale.
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That would not necessarily be a bad thing!
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;>)
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😉
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Excitement never lasts. Collectively humans are distracted by the next big thing. Enjoyed the poem story D!
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Too much in a hurry for the next distraction! Thank you, T.
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All things are transient, I guess.
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Some interests certainly are!
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Ignore them at your peril folks. You could be in for a shock!
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Hmmmm. Wonder what happens next!
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Patience is a virtue – believe it folks! Great take on the prompt well done!
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Perhaps they’ll lean the hard way. Thanks, Mason.
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Oh sure, it always has to be the hard way. You’re welcome.
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I do agree that gifts from superior beings should not be rebuffed. But, since the gift turned out to be anti-climactic, the name is quite appropriate. Though, they shouldn’t relax just yet. It’s like a movie, when the calm comes you shouldn’t relax because something is about to happen. Nicely written story, Dora!
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I have to agree with you, Brenda; this story was written tongue-in-cheek after all as the gift’s name implies..And they could be interstellar Trojan horses! 🙂
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Great concept, good poetry 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed, Linda, thanks!
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That’s the nature of our fickle world, too easily distracted and too easily bored. Fine social commentary here.
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We’re easily manipulated in that way, as Madison Avenue knows. Thanks, Subroto.
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