In Space
is the silence so sacred
that stillness is a solace
to the spinning?
Are star lights
like dainty daisies that illuminate the night?
Is the earth
but a beacon of beauty
when viewed from afar,
so far that you cannot hear
Man and his kind
screaming?
All words by Damien B. Donnelly
Inspired by a Twitter Prompt from #ShapePoetry
In space no one can hear you scream. Didn’t you know that? Love this poem. Space poems with all that vastness to play with bring out the inventivity in a poet. That first stanza is gorgeous.
Thank you Jane, it was a great prompt. Alien did pop into my head immediately and i liked the idea of turning it on itself. A nice distraction from the packing and sorting and moving and dealing with everything french- surely things are more efficient in space than they are in France! Hope you are well settled at this point! Big hugs from the capital of arrogance and questionable service! And breathe!
We haven’t even started the serious packing yet! Things move so slowly it will be mid September before we’re away.
Oh Lordy- I thought you were already in! Wishing you lots of luck then!
The trauma is all ahead…
☘️☘️☘️
I’ll be needing a whole field of those 🙂
Oh well I love this one. The words, the presentation, all. (K)
Thank you my dear. You can’t go wrong with a little black and white 😉
Never.
I love the black and white–like stars in the sky.
Hope the moving isn’t too awful.