my solar sail

[travu2]

?My Solar Sail?

You could still hear the gears turning
behind the sun, as the last of its
vast entourage was gathered up
from a telescope on the mountaintop;
a flower of light slowly dissolving,
daring the old astronomer to peer
into nature?s deep coma, and know
that we were never meant to wake.

Somewhere on the side of the mountain,
there is a cluster of small houses,
their dim lights huddled together
like lost nomads that found a crevice
and slowly multiplied;
a speck of life that can only cling
as it takes shelter from the infinite.

I can see for light-years as I watch
the stars through my window, just
behind a moth trying to get outside.
This bedroom is like a frozen moon.
I?m alone inside, and those toys
are not mine. I am scared of the robot
that tucks me in at night. Methodical
movements once again result in a kiss.
It is silent as it leaves the room.
The door is gently closed.
Nothing about this is familiar.

To step from this moonlit driveway
and float out into nothing, carried by
the solar wind, a bundle of shadows
my only past.
I extend my bare foot out
into the cool desert sand.
From down every street,
I can hear something whispering.

Now and then, as I climb over
the volcanic rock, I can feel
that house tugging at me.
But when I reach the top, I can see
my solar sail like a silver and blue
flower opening just for me.

In the lazy murmur of the evening,
when the scent of dinner is still lingering,
and you can hear a dog in the distance,
the wind moving through the leaves,
if you listen long enough,
just under the steady buzz of the insects,
you can hear a muffled rustling
as miles of hidden urban beaches
are filling in
with the bodies of little astronauts.

 

[UpwiththeSun]

This one is great! This one sounds like a dream. I always write about my dreams.

 

[scatteroflight]

Originally posted by travu2:


You could still hear the gears turning
behind the sun, as the last of its
vast entourage was gathered up
from a telescope on the mountaintop;
a flower of light slowly dissolving,
daring the old astronomer to peer
into nature?s deep coma, and know
that we were never meant to wake.


Now and then, as I climb over
the volcanic rock, I can feel
that house tugging at me.
But when I reach the top, I can see
my solar sail like a silver and blue
flower opening just for me.

In the lazy murmur of the evening,
when the scent of dinner is still lingering,
and you can hear a dog in the distance,
the wind moving through the leaves,
if you listen long enough,
just under the steady buzz of the insects,
you can hear a muffled rustling
as miles of hidden urban beaches
are filling in
with the bodies of little astronauts.

The astronauts return!!

But no parks

I have to start writing more poetry again...I wish I could write something like this. The images are so sharp.

I'm an English major, and I say this is good enough to publish!

 

[popkidu2]

very very very good!

so many of the lines connect with me. it makes me imagine a dreamer of a little kid, wandering around finding magic in everything.....

 

[travu2]

You guys make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I love dreams! I write them down whenever I can too, UpwiththeSun. This one wasn't inspired by a dream, but I sometimes use them in poems and other stuff.

Originally posted by scatteroflight:
I have to start writing more poetry again...

Yes, you should start writing more poetry! It can give you such a great sense of release.. and it can be downright exciting.

I think that is an incredibly beautiful thing to say, popkidu2. Thank you. I still feel like that little kid.