like the end of the world—
steep spires of seagreen slate
pine woods, numberless
flock of ravens dreaming
devilry, clouds of pride
madness, mysterious sorrow—
a double dose of poison
from an atmospheric paragraph of G. K. Chesterton’s story “The Honour of Israel Gow”
studying the starlight—
in our search for habitable worlds
we don’t yet know the mass
or what they’re made of.
In our search for habitable worlds,
compelling clouds may be
what they’re made of;
or a small, dark circle on reddish ball.
Compelling clouds may be
practically in our backyard
with a small, dark circle on reddish ball
(the dimming sun).
Practically in our backyard,
fixed in the sky,
the dimming sun
shows a transiting planet.
Fixed on the sky,
we don’t yet know: this mass
shows a transiting planet
studying our starlight.
A pantoum of found phrases from this article on the discovery of “3 strange worlds” and this article about today’s transit of Mercury. Yeah Write’s weekly prompt is “We want to be left alone.”
are going to succeed. A lover
of words will write a book; bread
today is better than cake tomorrow
Like dreams of rose petals or earth
to flying birds, an upward movement
counteracts fate and fortune will descend
You will witness a miracle. Someday
everything will make perfect sense;
your shoes will make you happy
Another found poem for NaPoWriMo Day 13, this one made of fortune cookie sayings found here.
(1) Songs of the Self
Self-preoccupation as art’s raw material:
allegory, ambiguity, blindness
obsession theories. Monophony. Bleak house.
When one has lived a long time alone
the world, the flesh, and angels—no
more than leaves of grass
First, an index poem for NaPoWriMo Day 12. (Index and other phrases from The Creators by Daniel J. Boorstin.) Second, a book spine poem, a bit behind for NaPoWriMo Day 10.
I recall blue murmur
I wish wild
rock rain & after
Another session with the Magnetic Poetry muse.