A Scattering of Poems ~ prosery

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)

make peace

make-peace

make peace with
the coming dusk
and wither not
in the night

This is my response to MPSC 2.2.  Each Saturday sees a new prompt for Magnetic Poetry Challenge from Elusive Trope at Specks and Fragments, and the challenge details can be found here.  If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, here.

The New Night Eternal

The New Night Eternal

midday clouds
black as night

homes, trees aflame as
lightning arcs

awash with thunder
clouds speak in torrents

the roar of the sky
answered in kind by the sea

true midnight arrives
as all lightning ceases

clouds part, revealing
a starless sky

its blackness broken only by
twin moons rising, menacing

their apogee bringing
a new deluge

and so begins
the new night eternal

This poem was inspired by a bit of flash fiction by Jane Dougherty, The second coming, written following a prompt from WritingPrompts.com, “Two moons rise over a darkened field.”

Image source: Rhea Before Titan, at Wikimedia Commons