Vela
SQ2 30°N – 90°S
Your sisters of Heavenly Waters
await your return for an eternity
but solar winds fill your form,
and you remain mystery
Your children are seven,
a brood of starlings telling stories
of the Argo, the cargo of which
has long since been lost into myth
Your sphere of influence
envelopes the empty silence;
the Pencil, the Gum,
the Southern Ring sings inside you
Yet still, you dance and flutter, Vela,
a translucent sail in the night,
reminding us of flight,
a sky compass of remembering
More about Vela: https://www.constellation-guide.com/constellation-list/vela-constellation/
for VerseLove
I dreamed I went
wandering again through
the small park's sunken
Japanese garden
mending broken flowers
but once a petal falls,
it's gone, and Spring
still seemed so far away,
as was she
for VerseLove
Can you even imagine:
the shelter it gives
the shade it is
the dirt it reaches
the birds it protects
the bugs it keeps
the time this old tree has spent,
wondering, maybe
worrying, maybe
wanting nothing more
than only to be?
for WriteOut
Your music,
humming:
the light breeze
rustling softly
through Autumn's
scattered leaves
the gargle of springtime
melt falling from distant
mountains at the
river's bend
the acorns dropping
on rocks – the titter-tat
of arrhythmic drumming
like stones on a mat
I'm humming now, too,
Mother Earth, as I sit here,
appreciating this song
of you
for VerseLove
Rattled, the knives
in her kitchen cabinet
drawers disappeared
when she needed
them, most;
We little cared
about jam or the last
smudges of peanut
butter at the bottom
of the jar, only that
the flat blade edges
lifted stuck stones
and rotted sticks –
the dull edge as scalpel
and our fingers, steady —
revealing a tapestry
of bugs and roots
and wonder
for VerseLove
In sunshine dreaming
windows beckon towards morning
with flowers, yawning
for Algot
In sunshine dreaming
windows beckon towards morning
with flowers, yawning
for Algot
Oh, Ant, you vex me,
the way you crawl
your way through our
wires and circuits
to climb our wall
Ant, I admire you,
your tenacity,
the way you work
tirelessly for
the colony
Oh, Ant, you annoy me,
for if it was only
you, and not all
of you, it might even
be okay
but day after day,
there you are, Ant,
a little smudge
with legs, moving
endlessly
for #VerseLove
Quiet, like rice
in a jar, a wisp
of the Nine,
the tail dust
of a tumbling star,
the soft whisper
of a cloud,
cosmic particles
ordered, afar -
we arrive with
closed eyes,
never knowing
where we are
inspired by a Wisp Of Cloud Nine
https://www.theoppositeshop.com/product/wisp-of-cloud-nine/12?si=true
for #VerseLove
Opening the screen to read the prompt:
A Nonet? Heh! Counting fingers
so I don't forget to write
within the poem's limits -
but I'm wandering
within the lines
of this poem
that now
ends
for DS106 Daily Create