DAY 12
Rosie was at it again
Jumping feet first into black holes
Somersaulting over moon beams
Flying high on love
Powered by an atomic mushroom cloud
It always transformed her into
a Titan, mastering super human feats
Prima Ballerina of the galaxy
Flexing muscle so powerful that
she unwittingly pushed the walls
of the bubble with such intensity
it burst into myriad pieces
debris dotted like confetti
throughout the universe
The music of the spheres stopped
All was still,the only sound
a woosh of a shooting star
punctuating the black silence
Deflated like a limp balloon
Rosie drifted down slowly to earth
swaying in the breeze caught on a tree branch
like a wartime parachutist
After a time
She revved herself up
into take off mode again
Propelling herself up and away
over the mountains and looking back
over her shoulder
She saw a faint glimmer of a ray of sunshine
in the far distance
Her first impluse was to race back
and take it with her
It had been her only warmth
during the harsh winter
but the vastness that separated
them was too great
Besides it was not hers to take
It belonged to the sun
Whimsical, like a Miro painting, against a palette of the cosmic.
ReplyDeleteOh you are a clever person.It does conjure up Miro. Never even thought of it.
ReplyDeleteYou made me smile, with this poem, over my breakfast griot.
ReplyDeleteYou better go easy on that stuff Semaphore..dinosaurs and three toed bird poems is a little excessive,don't you think?
ReplyDeleteI was taken with your lovely and graceful poem on the prompt. This lightness of being is the stuff of love and understanding.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you Charles!
ReplyDeletesmiles...a lovely dance, the stilling of the universe kinda gives me shivers...i am glad that over time she learned once more to fly and hope she finds warmth once more...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian
Deleteyou know...rosie somehow sounds familiar to me..smiles..and i like that in all her dancing and jumping she still respects the rules and knows who the owner of what is...nice...good metaphor as well...and and enjoyable read
ReplyDeleteYeah that Rosie gets around:)
DeleteGlorious and fun.
ReplyDeleteSo well done.
Thank Aprille
DeleteWhimsical, fantastical, artistic painted against the reeling planets, the depth of space, filled with color and shooting stars. I feel like I do after a fireworks display...stunned and exhilarated!
ReplyDelete"Ride it on out like a bird in the sky ways
ReplyDeleteRide it on out like you were a bird
Fly it all out like an eagle in a sunbeam
Ride it on out like you were a bird"
(T Rex)
"Rosie, oh Rosie
I'd paint your face for all the world to see
Rosie, oh Rosie
I'd like to paint your face eternally"
(Partridge)
Not all lizards are tyrants; not all birds three toed.
A comment like this from the esteemed Beachanny poet is indeed edifying.Thank you.
ReplyDeletei'm not lookin for lizards
ReplyDeletenor big birds three toed
i gotta a ray of sunshine
that's why i'm all aglow'd
Excellent! But not a radio active Roman Centurian with that sword of yours, I hope?
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