The Poetry Marathon

Stars (hour 15)

Stars used to dance and fall in love.
They dreamed during the day
and told stories throughout the night.
They were friends with the moons and
guardians of the plants.
Comets taught the stars to shine
and Pluto always made them smile.

Chaos grew bored and hungry.
After he gathered the black holes
and quasars, he pulled and mashed
Earth into something only he could enjoy.
The trauma of humans will be
enough to sustain him for millions of years.

The stars have stopped laughing and dancing.
They now watch us and cry.

Zero

Gather around children let me tell you a story about Zero, the most powerful number in the universe.

In the beginning, the quiet was interrupted by a stillness called Zero.

Zero was born out of a life force like no other.

So strong Zero didn’t have a mother or a father.

An existence no one could follow or copy.

Zero’s gender was neither male nor female.

Nor animal or beast.

It was peaceful and calm, centered as a collection of elements waiting to be released.

Simmering like fire, cool like water, breezy like air and solid as the ground we call earth.

A mystical creation holding the very essence of life.

Levitating in the vastness of space, Zero was a mere collaboration of energy created to bring forth truth.

With the patience of an unborn child, Zero gave birth to the darkness in your eyes, the light shining in the sky and the endless landscape of the sea. In reality, Zero created you and Zero created me.

In The Beginning

How can one describe what’s empty and what’s void?

To those who’ve never seen it, what use does it afford?

There is only One, who knows just how it was,

And believing what He did, takes faith in things above.

For God commanded all that there is now, to come to be,

And He set things in motion from His eternity.

The only way to see what’s not, is to see it as of now,

And erase the very thought of it; remove, if thought allows.

The only way I know to describe the awful place

Is a lonesome avenue that stretches far through heaven’s space.

Or a black hole that collapses–what does that even mean?

Such knowledge is too great for a human mind, less keen.

 

Philosophical Love

Once upon a time, I defined love
As acting in the best interests of the beloved.
While that is still sometimes a thing I can believe,
It is not something I can believe constitutes all of love,
Or even the most meaningful parts –
As if it were possible to always know the best interests of someone else!

Love is a chemical reaction,
As much emotion as proaction.
We shape the quality of our relationships
With the material we bring to them –
Brick and mortar, wood and straw.
It is the invisible elixir of personality interplay,
The love you give and the love that is given.

Love is a thing you do, not a thing you are or say.

Hour 15 – Forming of the Universe

Image courtesy of Gerd Altmann at Pixabay

 

Before everything, there was only darkness

And vacuum

And then a slight amount of activity began…

exactly when, is anyone’s guess

but it was a long long time ago…

when the time came

that which was the nucleus of all exploded

and began to expand in all directions

Galaxies formed, each consisting of

billions of stars and planets developed gravities

and began to encircle stars…

 

And today, the universe is still expanding

 

Antoinette LeRoux © 2019

 

Prompt 18-19/h15 Beginning and End

To start there was fire,
combustion, and coagulation
Sulfur and oxygen
Moisture so warm you could not breathe
Without drowning and boiling alive
Not that anything was living here.

Then came the rocks
From beyond our great planet
Where they started is for another time
But they brought with them the source of all life
Ice which became
Water which dissolved into
Steam

Atmosphere
Hot, absolute, steamy,
Then cold, kelvin, frozen
Imbalanced and imperfect
That was day one.

 

To end there was Fire
Combustion and destruction
Hydrogen then nothing
So hot it was like the beginning
So fast shadows remained
Of what used to live here

Then came new rocks
From within our great planet
Small, imperceptible
Bringing the end of all life
Or what remained after the blast
Poison which
Irradiated and became
Cancer

A hole
Sucking out the atmosphere
Hot, absolute, vacuum
Then silence, yawning, void
Day 3.89 Quadrillion

Begin

One breath

We all breathe it together at the dawn of time and space

there’s only one answer and t is yes

Falling (Haiku)

The moon shines on me
The way it did when I first
met you. When I fell.

THE START and THE STOP

THE BEGINNING

A bright light,
bombardments,
fumes all around,
witnessing death in front of the eyes
the early living beings stayed in tight hugs.

THE END

Church bells strike violently,
Tempest gaining strength every second,
birds,animals,insects all in fury,
the mansions man carefully built,killing him.
Crying for help,holding the holy cross
they awaited death!

Hour fifteen: Ode: the light in the window

Driving up, your glow swells & opens,
like the air is a curtain you can part

to engulf me. There is no better sight
than my own messy table, my laptop

the intermingling of our everyday
clutter. Some days, I come home

to roasted vegetables & the beginning
of a TV series I will accidentally fall

into, the easy laughter of people
who will listen if I’ve had a bad day

or a good one. Other days, the kitchen
is hollow & I am a burning candle

in my own smile, standing with my back
to the darkness, grateful that someone

cared enough to leave the light waiting
for my arrival. When I know I’ll be alone,

I leave the light on for my damn self–
proof that I am my own arrival,

my own happy ending, the only
glow I need to find my way home.