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It’s National Poetry Month!
And you know what that means: NaPoWriMo! Yes, I will be writing a poem each day for the entire month of April. Wish me luck!
my astronomical poem
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Star explodes halfway across universe
and here the garden is ordinary. The grass
still brown from winter and the birds’
singing inadequate. There is a tree down
near the wood-line. Only in the broken
part of the trunk can genesis be seen,
the heart exposed like a strange flash
of light on a dark evening.
When I told her about the storm,
the fallen tree, she didn’t understand
my lack of grief. It is the way things go,
I explained, but she insisted death
is not the end, stroking the small angel
pinned to her blouse, its bright sterling
worn thin on the wings.
Later, I imagine my tree as a lost seraph,
the wood first expanding with water
and then disintegrating: the long slivers
of wood dropping free one by one
until one night, the luminous outline
of its wings explode into the darkness.
still brown from winter and the birds’
singing inadequate. There is a tree down
near the wood-line. Only in the broken
part of the trunk can genesis be seen,
the heart exposed like a strange flash
of light on a dark evening.
When I told her about the storm,
the fallen tree, she didn’t understand
my lack of grief. It is the way things go,
I explained, but she insisted death
is not the end, stroking the small angel
pinned to her blouse, its bright sterling
worn thin on the wings.
Later, I imagine my tree as a lost seraph,
the wood first expanding with water
and then disintegrating: the long slivers
of wood dropping free one by one
until one night, the luminous outline
of its wings explode into the darkness.
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Copyright 2008 Christine Klocek-Lim
Autumn Sky Poetry Number 9 now live!
Greetings!
The ninth issue of Autumn Sky Poetry is now online.
Read poems by Bob Browning, Leah Browning, Chris Crittenden, Luke Evans, John Calvin Hughes, Pattie Seely, Beret Skorpen-Tifft, Daniel Sumrall, Karen Terrey, and Kelley White.
—It’s all about the poetry.
Sincerely,
Christine Klocek-Lim, Editor
Poem Spark Mar 17-31: Astronomical Poems
Salutations fellow poets!
My husband and I own a basic telescope and a lovely pair of astronomical binoculars. I’ve discovered that the beauty of the night sky has not even come close to diminishing, even though I’ve lived in Pennsylvania for six years now, after spending eleven years living beneath the orange glow that is the night sky in northern New Jersey. I think it will take decades before I tire of seeking out constellations, comets, meteor showers, and the occasional lunar eclipse. On a clear night, I can even see the Orion Nebula with my naked eye, well, if I squint, that is, which brings me to this poem spark: how many poems have been writing about heavenly bodies?
Unsurprisingly, there have been many. Poets.org has an entire page devoted to Poems about the Heavenly Bodies. Obviously, the sky has always been a source of fascination for us writers. Here are a few good ones:
Ann K. Schwader Dead Light
Chris Forhan The Actual Moon, The Actual Stars
Eleanor Wilner Moon Gathering
Mark Jarman Unholy Sonnet
Your mission: write an astronomical poem. Write it about a star, or the moon, or a constellation, perhaps even the sun. Any of the stuff up there in the cosmos is a good subject, so don’t be wary. Let us go together where many poets have gone before. Good luck!
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Haven’t been blogging much lately
due to real life. In other words: more ankle surgery (yesterday), the creation of Autumn Sky Poetry Number 9 (working on it right now), a revolting black ant invasion that shows no signs of dissipation anytime soon, broken heating system, broken ice maker (yes, again which means I can’t put ice on my ankle), kitchen and dining room renovation, a house guest, doctor’s appointments, cooking appointments, and that ever-so-important mental breakdown that I sense creeping up on me. That usually means a lot of self-medicating with chocolate and hours and hours of sci-fi. I’m thinking of trying out Supernatural after I finish watching Jericho. Anyone have any other sci-fi suggestions?
Christine Klocek-Lim 