Thursday, April 24, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 24: Code Names

How evocative the codes
for the initiated
MN4 swamped by tsunami
SF36 with otter's whiskers
FG3 coupled but still wooing suiters
TC3 the uninvited guest.
Less euphonious than the gods,
but potentially no less mighty.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

NaPoWriMo2014 Post 23: A Favorite Gem

Do we alone know the Sun?
Does it shine in other constellations,
bright and honored, as the eye
of a wise leader?
A favorite gem in a heavenly necklace?
Or does it reside in the middle of a list
of middle-sized stars
in a poorly-read article
about potentially habitable stars,
loved by only a few?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 22: Sojourn for truth

We cannot stop with
just one sojourn for truth.
We should travel together
if we are to travel at all,
not just a rock named for Tenzing
but a team under his command,
Henson not forgotten
amid the white wastes
but taking first steps
on a red planet,
not content to put Sacagawea
on the front of a coin
but front and center
on truly new worlds.

Monday, April 21, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 21: Frames defined by the air

We look through windows
with frames defined by the air.
from a newer breed
of disk cameras.
Even the color-blind
can tell red from gray,
stone from soot,
oh from gee.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 20: Unreflective Quarry

Another night in the high castle
with the galaxy swirling above.
We wring what we can
from our unreflective quarry.
Ghosts of
Lourenço Marques and Salisbury
nourish our bodies,
stereo admonishes
we're wasting time sitting still.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 19: They too watched the skies

They too watched the skies;
Names lost to time,
Measuring distance by verses
Guided by song and music
To lands newly-born.

They too knew the stars,
Though working in the shadows.
Love's labors for boss and brother
Did they see they were the
Other half of the sky?

They too watched the skies;
Before Mensa was Mensa
They could see the dogs pin the warrior
Hoping with faith they could also
Walk together.

Friday, April 18, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 18: Yet it still moves

No hulk remains,
no crash site for future scientists
or tourists,
no shrine to visit
or park to establish.
No crater to image
in rock or dust or ice.

It was not captured
by sand it was studying,
nor die a quiet death
as summer turned to winter
or as half-lives slowly mounted.

It will never
see the Sun again
even if it had a camera.

Instead it fell
into a hungry, grasping world
that took it apart piece by piece,
element by element,
and consumed it whole.
Yet it still moves.