At the edge of the earth is a china sky lit by golden flowers. A bouquet of vibrant lilies tied with ribbons to each corner, pulled by giant geese through eternity.
Tag: Space
Spaceship Earth – Hour 6
Antiquarians saw art in two dimensions,without perspective depth. Similarly the world around them. The earth can only be flat, they said. They sought confirmation in the Holy Word, and even the church blessed this notion. (Who were priests, after all, but men of only two…
Poetry Marathon Hour 18:
Did I really just write hour 18 – without typos? Yes, hell yes I did. Clearly, I’m in pretty good shape – which is awesome! I have loud rhythmic jazz blaring into my ears and I think that is partially to thank for the wonderous…
Hour 12 – An argument for coexistance – Image Prompt
To trim the fat on an old adage, nothing is simple nor is it savage, While time may change tastes And consumerism increases pace The winner is the one who adapts A meeting room with old ways and new Combined into a comforting view Is…
Prompt Five: Words of Life
WORDS OF LIFE Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred! Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…
Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11
Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11 I’ve never been to the Moon But I’d like to I’ve never left the Earth But I would do If I could I’ve never seen an Earthrise But I’d like to Gaze upon the green and blue…
Poetry Marathon Submission #11
Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…
The Right Sized Hole
Right, ok, you know Us and them Sadly you waved away the space It was a good idea, to be sad Filled you up with black holes And more black holes Just right Opening for you
Poem Marathon Submission #6
Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…
Floating Dream
I awake to find I’m weightless. Unsure of where I am, I panic. Then am gently self-reminded, I live deep in outer space. No cause for alarm or worry, at my standard, floating state. What isn’t typical, is that I’ve drifted, so far…