Hi Mike, your poem is so wonderful! While reading it, I think we are the constellations. We stand alone, sparkle alone, but are connected by inspirations and interact with each other. It made me even draw a picture! Thank you.
Hello Mayu and Mike! Oh, I love that not only are the Prompt Journeys inspiring, but we are going meta and you are inspiring one another…in multimedia!
Mayu, I would love for you to be able to share your art with Mike…and with all of us.
And for everyone to be able to share files in this way!
I have great news. Although you’re unable to share files in the comments, you can share them in a chat!
I believe you need to download the app to take part in a chat.
I’m going to start a chat, specifically as a place to share multimedia responses. Looking forward to seeing your art there! Thank you both so much for engaging with me here in this way.
I would love to hear your reflections on the poems that we read here, if there’s anything you’d like to share. It goes without saying that I adore them…otherwise, I wouldn’t bother to share them!
Thank you so much for the prompt! I really enjoyed it. I like the simple nature of the Word doc; it helps keep the focus on, well, the words!
I'm so excited for the first Maker Monday!!!
OK, here's what I've got as of now:
the stars hold secrets, unknown to fauna or flora
declaring a brilliant blast of incandescent spectra
burning with fusion, two atoms pressed into one
yielding noble helium from flaming hydrogen
the stars maintain this delicate act
gravity pulling in, energy pushing back
a limited lifespan, til eventual explosion
from this destruction, all of creation
a compressed future, they spit out a script
even fish don't know they know it; are we any different?
does the script define us, or do we get a say?
it seems both are true, in some strange way
our sharpest tools fail to find
a true base layer of the kind
that would illuminate and explain
make the whole universe simple and plain
no, this clearly can't be done
being lost is much more fun
thank you, stars, for bridging the gap
from biggest bangs to apes drawing maps
we continue your dance of unknown knowing
swaying to the endless pulsing and glowing
Mike, this is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this, it is lush and potent!!
Thank you for being the first-ever comment…and the first-ever poem(!!!) in the Creatives’ Circle!
Super-special moment for me. 🙌🏽✨
Thank you for getting us off to a great start!!
Hi Mike, your poem is so wonderful! While reading it, I think we are the constellations. We stand alone, sparkle alone, but are connected by inspirations and interact with each other. It made me even draw a picture! Thank you.
Mayu, pleasure to meet you!! Thank you for your appreciation of my poem. I had a lot of fun writing it. Your constellation metaphor is beautiful!
Hello Mayu and Mike! Oh, I love that not only are the Prompt Journeys inspiring, but we are going meta and you are inspiring one another…in multimedia!
Mayu, I would love for you to be able to share your art with Mike…and with all of us.
And for everyone to be able to share files in this way!
I have great news. Although you’re unable to share files in the comments, you can share them in a chat!
I believe you need to download the app to take part in a chat.
I’m going to start a chat, specifically as a place to share multimedia responses. Looking forward to seeing your art there! Thank you both so much for engaging with me here in this way.
Sending out an email via Substack with all the details…
Hello Rachel, Thank you so much for introducing the chat! I just posted the picture on the chat. I tried to name it, and the name become a poem.
This emerged tonight, I just wrote. and it's been a while but you always inspire me, dear one.
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I am tired.
Bone tired.
Of teeth gnawing at my ribs
Of guns blazing
Of the cacophony of ignorance
I am tired
And
I am angry
Twas the dust, the desert, the sand in our eyes back then,
A reliance on other, each other, you, me, us, them.
Twas the glow of the moon, her blessed light caressing our footsteps as they drip shadows behind in the sand.
Desert, Judea, blessed one
Sabra, sticky sweet, prickly and wise.
I drink you in,
I feel you polishing my bones,
stretching my limbs,
breathing my lungs.
I am tired.
I can rest in your arms, the ether of you, the echoes of
Then of now of when
The fighting might end
Of when we can lean in again
Of when the pulse of the earth and the rhythm of her lunar breath
Remind us of the essence of us.
Oh wow, Sarit. Toda raba for this potency. For your words. For this offering. 🙏🏽❤️✨
I would love to hear your reflections on the poems that we read here, if there’s anything you’d like to share. It goes without saying that I adore them…otherwise, I wouldn’t bother to share them!