Halfway through National Poetry Writing Month already! This is my 8th small batch of poems, both sort of space themed.
April 15th:
a family gathered
around a flickering fire,
the elder describes a vision
of the star’s explosion
and the planet’s fiery death;
the young child shudders
from terror and chill;
she goes about her future days
fearing the coming world ablaze
This poem is inspired by the prompt "childhood fears" from my creative writing club. I overheard family members talking about the sun eventually exploding, but didn't understand that it would be in billions of years. I was scared for years of a fiery end.
April 16th:
in this universe, are we alone?
we seem to be, from what we try,
a hope in others is perhaps naïve;
our earth, our throne, a small stone
hurtling through an empty sky,
in our isolation we grieve;
stars and planets and comets ring,
the galaxies weave and unweave,
their patterns sewn in a lullaby
and we can hear them sing
and I want to believe
The prompt for this poem was to utilize the Curtal Sonnet form. I don't normal write with rhymes, so this was an interesting exercise.