(start at the end)…. the particles
of the chalkdust that appear to be
rising exponentially,
mathematically creating wonders
that only imagination might otherwise
discover ….
…. i arrive at the chalkboard
in order to hold you off
with your rectangular eraser
so that my calculations and your expectations
might find a way to resolve
themselves …..
…. instead, the quarry of calculation eludes us,
so i stumble back through the cloud
to find my seat,
watching the sunlight from the window
reflect and refract inside … (return to the start)
The Universe
(With a Tip of the Hat to Captain Kirk)
A seemingly vast entity
Encompassing the sun, the moon, the stars
Containing life known and perhaps life unknown.
It is space, the final frontier.
And yet,it can be shrunk, minimized to include only
Tumbling, wrestling children and dogs.
Laughter and music ringing off the walls
It is home, my favorite frontier.
You + Me = Perfect
You + Her = Disaster
You – Me = Unbearable
You – Her = Reasonable
Now when I look back,
I see my mistakes
But it’s too late
Our love is at stake
She is better, she is prettier
Just let me go
That’s enough
I promise, I’ll be tough
It is in your eyes.
Close them and tattooed on the inside lid,
constellations will appear –
Shifting pictures of goddesses and cookware,
bears, balanced scales and a winged horse
beckon you to tell their stories.
Eyes closed; the universe swirls,
speaks in speeding comets
and hurtling metaphors.
Eyes open, I see the reflection
of a thousand moons, and they are pulling
my heart to shore. Stephanie Elliott´s last [type] ..Poemaday 13- Cartography
Marks on the board
all looking completely brain-missing
But some one had to know
the squiggles,lines,and curving up like vines
some one had to know
luckily they knew
and there is that little two
in my eyes it’s called confusion
in theres it’s simply just an exponent
while it goes and confusses you and I
complication is different between ones eyes
confusion is commonly known to you and me
commonly known like something you couldnt forget
like something with a world effect
(start at the end)…. the particles
of the chalkdust that appear to be
rising exponentially,
mathematically creating wonders
that only imagination might otherwise
discover ….
…. i arrive at the chalkboard
in order to hold you off
with your rectangular eraser
so that my calculations and your expectations
might find a way to resolve
themselves …..
…. instead, the quarry of calculation eludes us,
so i stumble back through the cloud
to find my seat,
watching the sunlight from the window
reflect and refract inside … (return to the start)
–Kevin
the podcast: http://www.cinchcast.com/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/207447
Kevin Hodgson´s last [type] ..I’m Writing- Too So Should You
The Universe
(With a Tip of the Hat to Captain Kirk)
A seemingly vast entity
Encompassing the sun, the moon, the stars
Containing life known and perhaps life unknown.
It is space, the final frontier.
And yet,it can be shrunk, minimized to include only
Tumbling, wrestling children and dogs.
Laughter and music ringing off the walls
It is home, my favorite frontier.
You + Me = Perfect
You + Her = Disaster
You – Me = Unbearable
You – Her = Reasonable
Now when I look back,
I see my mistakes
But it’s too late
Our love is at stake
She is better, she is prettier
Just let me go
That’s enough
I promise, I’ll be tough
I like this….
When I am pursuing you
I lose myself
When I look at myself
I see what is remained
Life is a choice
Not a calculation
Lynn Chang 4. 13
I Thought Tonight of My Universe
I thought tonight about the universe
about everything that ever was
or will be
about ever expanding masses of (well)
everything
and then I thought instead of you,
finite
knowable
you
And while I’ll settle for a mystery, you’ll do.
Finite
such a big word
for
small
for nothing
for mortal
for you.
I wish
by adding syllables
I could add your timeline
by adding pages
to the scrapbook
I could expand your lifetime.
You abandoned chalkboards
long ago
I’d gladly scratch out lines of lines
to find an equation to sum you and I
properly.
infinity
which is a bigger word.
Cartography
It is in your eyes.
Close them and tattooed on the inside lid,
constellations will appear –
Shifting pictures of goddesses and cookware,
bears, balanced scales and a winged horse
beckon you to tell their stories.
Eyes closed; the universe swirls,
speaks in speeding comets
and hurtling metaphors.
Eyes open, I see the reflection
of a thousand moons, and they are pulling
my heart to shore.
Stephanie Elliott´s last [type] ..Poemaday 13- Cartography
oops, I used this prompt for #14. Oh well:
we assume
so often
that love is
finite
boundaries with barbed wires
we guard it like a shiny, precious thing
don’t touch that we scold
that’s mine
but the secret of love
is that it grows
as a universe grows
boundaries pushing against infinity
a trillion tiny suns
pressing against the dark.
Andrea´s last [type] ..poemaday 13 the Got
[...] I was inspired to write a poem about this specific photo . [...]
The universe
extends far
beyond
in infinite ways
than I could ever hope to
experience
or
understand.
My universe
extends
in finite ways
to the people in my life
and the way they connect me
to influence and be influenced by
others.
I cannot
hope
to ever
fully
comprehend
either.
MY EYES
Marks on the board
all looking completely brain-missing
But some one had to know
the squiggles,lines,and curving up like vines
some one had to know
luckily they knew
and there is that little two
in my eyes it’s called confusion
in theres it’s simply just an exponent
while it goes and confusses you and I
complication is different between ones eyes
confusion is commonly known to you and me
commonly known like something you couldnt forget
like something with a world effect