NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 30: Sky Flat

Stars fade and sleep calls
after a night rich
with callers from other worlds
but one task remains.

We could close the dome,
fire up the lamps,
and stare at the wall.
But why end the night on such a
sterile note?

Instead, let's turn off the drive
and luxuriate
as the dawn performs works
of modern art for our use:
Jasper Johns or Mike Rothko
or Brice Marden.
The sky will give us
a proper send-off until
next we work together.


(Image: The Dylan Painting, Brice Marden. San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)

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This is the last poem of NaPoWriMo 2014 for me. Thank you all!  Now back to irregularly non-scheduled music until next year (unless I feel like writing something before then)...

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 29: Herschel visits Laurel

Would Herschel envy me?
The world's books at a few keystrokes,
and excellent calculations.
Spacecraft imagery and
photographic portraits
adorning my office,
an electric kettle
to offer him tea
while we listen to a recording
of his symphony 17 in C major.

Or would he watch
as I slog through spam
and don't listen to telecons,
multi-tasking
and struggling to find time
to write
to observe
and much rather find himself
in the Bath?

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 28: Reminder

When the world seems to be pressing in
and unseen forces look to be
closing off paths
and holding us on orbits,
when it feels like we're fighting just to keep pace
and our cares attract more cares,
worries attract more worries
like they have their own inertial mass and
gravity,
it is good to get out
under the sky
and be reminded of all that is out there for us
if we can remember to turn our eyes upward.

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 27: Mensa for Lyra

The evening's last flight
Trades southern cross for northern,
Mensa for Lyra.

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Posted here a day late because of travel, but posted to Twitter on time! :)

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 26: Two Travelers

A photon departs
at wheels up,
goodbye wave
wave goodbye
traverses the dark,
with dark continents below,
desert and cloud,
rock and water.

A deflection at Mokum,
refracted by sea goddess,
now both wing across greater seas.

Eyes to the Bull
with luggage in hand,
wave hello
as two travelers meet.

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 25: Mens et Mensa

Heavenly apparition outshone
by earthly table
set with beauty
for the scatterlings of the galaxy.

Invisible from home
or am I just not looking
with sufficient good hope?

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.