Orbital Car Park
Meant to leave without a trace
Elon’s car sat parked in space
Driven by a dummy crew
Spellbound by an earthly view
Set to orbit just past Mars
Standards set for future cars
Paused for just one final look
Posing for history books
Little did that Roadster know
Once they saw that red gizmo
Scientists would spend their days
Looking out for cars in space
Today is Day 7 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month, and the prompt from napowrimo.net is to write a poem based on a news article, with a handful of suggestions, including “Earth Has Acquired a Brand New Moon That’s About the Size of a Car.”
It can’t be a coincidence that this story follows
the launch into space of Elon Musk’s Tesla Roadster.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons – Elon Musk’s Tesla Roadster
Almost Down for the Count
This simple verse,
although quite terse,
fulfills my debt.
I’m not out yet.
Today is Day 6 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month and I almost forgot to write a poem.
This may be off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Image source: The New Yorker
one poem a day
without internet access
Bandwidth issues today meant more time battling technology than reading or writing.
At least it gave me a senryū.
Today is Day 5 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
While this poem is off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
sweet rain, cleanse me
This senryū, a bit of a kōan, perhaps, is my poem for Day 3
of National/Global Poetry Writing Month, I’m not motivated by the prompt at napowrimo.net, but I’m determined to keep going.
Image source: Honolulu Museum of Art – Rain in Miyajima, by Tsuchiya Köitsu
Fresh Air Walk During a Pandemic
There was rain that would not touch me,
followed by sunlight that surrounded me
but kept a respectful distance.
Even pollen seemed deferential.
Skirting the edge of the trail,
passing hikers offered a simple hello.
The birds treated it like any other day,
their distance a product of instinct,
mine a matter of discretion.
Cedar branches swayed in the breeze,
flinging leftover rain droplets,
a reminder that things could be normal again.
This is my poem for Day 2 of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
It’s off-prompt, but I’m sharing it at napowrimo.net.
Also shared with Open Link Night #263 at dVerse Poets Pub.
singing, sighing, crying
21 March 2020 ~ World Poetry Day