Poetry to inspire you + a sample Prompt Journey
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
This emerged tonight, I just wrote. and it's been a while but you always inspire me, dear one.
_______
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 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.
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
This emerged tonight, I just wrote. and it's been a while but you always inspire me, dear one.
_______
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.
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!