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Day 27

Smear the points into all their colors, striations, streaks, and nebulae.
There you have it. Stars. Swirling endlessly, timelessly above.

In the broken branch one might see the rot, but the roots;
the roots dig in, stay firm. We won’t fall yet.

Silence is a pain only the lonely understand,
yet silence is bliss, which only the lonely crave.

If she was angry about the beginning, maybe
she’ll be angrier at the end, but we won’t know.

Not until it strikes. Would we withstand the wind?
Or fail at the roots, give up the ground, fall with a mighty

and resounding crash. But among stars, this tree in the forest
makes no sound. Not because there is no one to hear,

but because the heartbeat of a star, of a nebula,
lasts a million lifetimes. The light pulse of a super nova,

would not reach human eyes for millennia. Where would we be?
and in that grand scheme, what does it matter anyway?


Wow I got way behind this time didn’t I? Oops, oh well, I wrote a poem today and thought I’d share it. Inspired by scrolling Tumblr during a storm.


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Silence – Day 3

Can you hear it, underneath the red whirring and white noise?
No, even the sky has lost it, even the sad blue sea.
Our eyes stare, blinded with love, we forget family and
the lovely hum is our lullaby, our lovesong, our life.

Who meditates anymore? Who now has the piece of mind?
We’ve lost the game, the board is full, all money in one hand.
We strain our eyes for the next, the best, and forget the first.
Listen, even our hands have let it go. Listen, it fades.

Do we still dream inaudible? Or is that, too, drowned out?
If we still sleep, we wake ourselves if it gets too quiet.
It must be so cacophonous. What if you stopped to think?
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Inspired by both the Poetic Asides prompt to write a poem about machines, and the NaPoWriMo blog challenge to have fourteen syllables in each line.

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