A Scattering of Poems
In the street of the sky, night walks, scattering poems. In the streets below, poets follow, gathering inspiration in hopes of doing justice to that which cannot be equaled. They speak of a distant darkness filled with a light that seems just out of reach, one that appears as a mist yet offers sparkling clarity. Each might write about the vast expanse that seems to wrap around her, or about the countless points of surrounding light, of which he is one.
Those who read, who listen, will understand and recognize the beauty that can bring such inspiration. They will join the poets, become poets, themselves. The streets will be filled with those who walk the night. Their numbers will be such that they stretch halfway around the globe, and night will see the reward that the people have reaped from its scattering of poems.
This is my response to Prosery: Tulips & Chimneys, the prompt from Linda Lee Lyberg at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, where the challenge is to write a prosery, flash fiction or creative nonfiction, with a 144-word limit (here, exactly 144 words). Included in the bit of prose is to be a complete line from a poem. For this prompt, the line is from Tulips & Chimneys, by E. E. Cummings – the last line of IX Impressions: “in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”
The image is a crop of a larger image from Astronomy Picture of the Day
“Two Comets in Southern Skies” – Copyright: Jose J. Chambo (Cometografia)
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Absolutely beautiful! It’s almost a dreamscape for me….love the use of the line and what emerges from it.
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Thank you, Lillian. 🙂
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Wow. This is awesome.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💛love
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Optimism, what a rarity to stumble upon midst the coal dust chaos of our Now. Tomorrow the world will turn upside down, slip a cog, leap backwards fifty years, become a banana republic administered by horrific hordes of morons and maniacs; or not. No sleep tonight.
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Thanks, Glenn. I was worried that I might have a restful sleep.
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Bravo, Bro!
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Thanks!
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Oh, what a beautiful thought Ken. Absolutely lovely story.
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I really like how this builds upon itself and then goes full circle. There’s magic in those scatterings for sure.
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Lovely, Ken. A fairy tale that I hope comes true.
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Amen to that, Merril and Ken!
~David
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💙
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Thank you, David.
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Same here, Merril. Thank you.
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You’re welcome, Ken.
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That’s a wonderful vision. (K)
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Well done, Ken. I like the promise of poetry being scattered as light in our dark world!
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I love your scattering of poems, Ken, the way you spring-boarded from the prompt line, the image of the poets following the scattering poems, like children following the Pied Piper’s music, and the ‘light that seems just out of reach, one that appears as a mist yet offers sparkling clarity’. And what a wonderful vision of readers who join the poets, whose numbers will ‘stretch halfway around the globe’.
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The tone of this is almost biblical. In the best possible way.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Such a beautiful dream ❤
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Thank you.
If only it could be true.
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Yes indeed 🙂
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I love the thought of the moonlit harvesting of poems…
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