Man-made machines flying will not satiate humans’ dreaming
from the clouds to the moon, even Mars is under planning.
A brave moth hunting for the fire that can burn its metal wings.
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Photo by David Dibert on Unsplash
If you want to go full Apollo 11, check out Apollo in Real Time – it’s amazing and I can’t wait for the Moon landing on Saturday. If you’re not into space exploration, remember that the picture is only the starting point. You take your lines wherever you want.
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Cold against the bare skin
of warm, deep-lined palm,
colder like a December midnight
against the tastebuds of tongue.
Brick-hard on top of a hand—
so fragile and so soft.
Sweet, chewy ‘side the calcium cave
with teeth-made loft.
Perhaps, humans are winter gums—
sugar-coated, guarded, armored
at first glance,
melting, undressing, when inside
a found home with sincere,
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Photo via Unsplash
Here is the gum I held to birth this poem. 🙂
seasons inevitably change.
a tree transforms from
a yellow green bud-baby to
a daring, scarlet lady to
a bare and naked oldie.
humans will inevitably fade.
a mortal body from its
grows bones after bones,
endures scars after scars,
wrinkles skin after skin,
expires cell after cell.
fleeting cloud of dusts and
fading bag of breaths,
oh, humans and seasons,
inside the complex cosmos
forever beyond anyone’s
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Photo via ESA/Hubble; European Space Agency, NASA, and J. Hester (Arizona State University)
Nefarious: A Nonet*
The world is slowly dying, f-a-d-i-n-g
as grief’s black smoke covers beings,
billions soul d-i-e-s unwilling,
caused by all and nothing,
maybe humans just
love killing ‘til
earth ends with
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Photo credit: Unsplash.com
Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)
*The Nonet is:
- stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
- syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line.
- usually unrhymed.