The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Sometimes when looking for UFOs
I see distant swifts or swallows
initially disappointed I wonder why
I’m looking for alien metals in sky
when our world’s full of natural hallows.
The two above are the original and a shorter version for a colourful background. Here’s four more written within the word count for a colourful background:
Stellar nurseries not adversaries, nor spinning planets anniversaries;
separate s-tell-a-r to tell a hug demander with a s-h-r-ug
Down gravity – left gravitas:
end of May cold rain UK only goes one way;
political/social pressures every day, pummelling us away
Sunlit ethereal streamer ghosts; of sky gods?
Marginally mask montage mountain clouds;
hanging like hair; appear almost aurora
Who woke humanity?
‘Why?’, God asks?, ‘did I do it? Just look at my garden!
Should’ve kept humans like peaceful grounded plants!’
Fair weather worshippers love our star like factor fashion,
not noticing without UV,
winter days loved only by perennials like me!
Above were just fitted into Facebook for the kind of deadline I like!
Sleep is the great equaller,
sandpiper, cheetah, tarantula;
legs balance, but totals differ:
1+1, 2+2, 4+4
Miss sea, see sky, sunlight colours same: blue, grey, cyan open ocean.
Clouded: creates everchanging coves, fjords, lakes, lochs; slow motion!
Don’t just reach for the sky: dive in;
for its depth is neverending!
Thought I heard my spirit call me, travelling over mind and body;
tympanic thunder, hobnail hail and lithe lightning connecting 33…
Only look up high,
admire those who fly,
thankful sun lights sky,
planeTV spins us lie,
never know why,
live and die,
2 get bye…
Deep mind diving, navigating by sun,
shapes obscuring star, shallows cloud surface,
time transparent space, regain knowledge place.
Lights brighten dark wilderness nights, fires heat cold sunless days…
but Earth’s still better off without our trashy ways!
rewarder, re-war/ord-er, reorder
We do things for reward, either pleasure or ambition.
If we’re getting either or both, we keep doing them.
Then, at a time perhaps unnoticed, it becomes natural.
It’s October 21st, which means there’s only one month until mistYmuse (Most Ideal Sunrise Time – Midwinter Until Spring Equinox; mYm acronym!) 20/21. This week is False Dawn Week, with sunrises getting to their latest before clocks go back an hour on Sunday in the UK; ending British Summer Time (BST).
There was a nice sunrise over Leeds on Monday, just north of the Town Hall on the horizon.
This morning I wrote this little poem. It started off spontaneously, then about half way down I thought its Earth’s north and south hemispheres subject matter made it ideal for a Folding Mirror Poem: the original inspiration for this blog site.
From Sun’s Face, Out Into Space
As planet’s north
points to space
no longer fronting
our star’s fiery face
we remember turn, circling as one
the heat will weaken
but light beacon
will remain alight
beyond winter night
Searching for my book again on Amazon and seeing its 2012 date made me think that some of the poems in there must have been written a decade ago now, and searching on this site’s October 2010 section took me back to that time; in this season of reminiscing.
One poem is about becoming middle-aged, for those who think I try to act too young! Others are more experimental, in a time I remember as very creatively exciting, with blogging and science converging to create lots of subject matter and a place to easily publish it.
Can sun see within, without clouds around:
optical illusion; our standpoint;
sailing around 1 star stability:
clear sky dawns, stardust spawns,
sunlight shoulder, sunrise colour,
sleep over, birds hover,
call other, another day, up in air..
Earth can’t escape humanity; our birth mother;
but sky fly forever; “infinity + beyond”;
too vast for our polluting destruction…
The above were three poems I posted on Facebook this week; fitted for colourful backgrounds; and fitting in with the greenYgrey world POP (PinkyOrangePurple) art ending, in more ways than one!
To lOve abOve (two)
O central abOve O,
can U C? (a little self-parody!)…
promising peaceful clarity
beyond shape circularity...
Loads more to the letter self-proclaimed genius poems in my books on Amazon.