“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label star. Show all posts
Showing posts with label star. Show all posts
Friday, July 10, 2020
Baby rock
A daughter is the only true conversation
that never ends...
Domesticated means kept
for companionship
by necessity.
Friend-
ships sail easily in a passing breeze.
Love spins
the Earth,
holding us close
to the core
or heart
of matter
like all of these
intangible connections
that bind
our words to the spine.
Once upon a time
we were here
mattering to one another
collecting the loose fragments
that spin off
and calling them stars.
Artwork credited by NASA/JPL-Caltech / Public domain.
Thursday, April 30, 2020
elasticity/density
The anticipated fog
steamrolls over
terrestrial things
in ways worthy
of emulating.
Clearing in manhole
windows, a glint of caught
starlight hints at the presence
of an eternal watchful
vigil by the moon cast.
Slow and muffled comes the
hollow sound, conjured by a presence
stirring the air.
Straining to hear
a muse muttering
your name as if it were
pronounced in the echo
of Nobody.
Painting by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893), 'A Moonlit Evening' c. 1880 in Public Domain.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Give & Take
strikes me as superfluous
Beauty.
Look around;
Light, colors, temperature,
and patterns too ornate
to recreate by free hand. Living proof.
I take it in too deep, bury stars under dust
And as ugly as I try
a mote may hope
to grow out of it.
Illustration from Patrick Moore's Watcher of the Stars in 16th century[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Illustration from Patrick Moore's Watcher of the Stars in 16th century[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Monday, March 6, 2017
Water rocks
It is that time
and I feel us
spinning in nearer
the Aquariids,
perhaps none will
notice this but me
but I get vertigo,
and have learned
to plan accordingly
I wait outside under
grape skies with an
empty cup,
one thinks of sparks
and electricity often
aquaeous,
currently this is the rush
I feel, dangerous
for some of us
passing down waterfalls
and fixating
on a spot
to the sea of tranquility
stars stay
just out of reach.
Image credit By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Light cycle
The scalding star
bursting in beams
gives way, in due time
Tho not without a heated conflict
our only satellite set on high
sending signals where no one
can hide from the wrath and the aftermath
Both positions be known
observed and heeded
the dynamic cycle, black and white
from day to night
the changing of Our guards
who compose the length of our sentence
wardens we watch back.
Image by Henri Théophile Hildibrand [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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