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Lightminutes and Star Guts. by ~mintleaves:iconmintleaves:



Today my Astronomy teacher
Spoke of sunbeams and star stats.

To lie, lingering in the sun
Knowing those
Scorching sun rays spidering across
Your face
Are eight lightminutes old
Is loathsome.

You're trying to tell me
That the sun was
BURNING BOILING BLUDGEONING
Shooting starlight shrapnel at me
Eight minutes ago?!

In the desert
(where I dare to rest my doormat)
Diabolic deeds and droughts
On the part of
Eight minute-old sunlight
Is detestable.

But how my hatred hushes
As my professor summons our
Hungered hesitation with the words
"We all came from the inside of stars."
How humbling--I cannot begrudge our star
The sun.
We are all born of star guts.



Thank the Milky Way's intestine!
I live!
©2008-2009 ~mintleaves
:iconmintleaves:

Author's Comments

This is a poem for :iconwriters-workshop: 's most recent contest, hosted by :iconsparrowsong: . I enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy reading it as well!

Constructive criticism and comments welcomed!

EDIT: Have changed a couple words in the fifth stanza

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:icondesert-lilly:
"Thank the Milky Way's intestine"? *giggles hysterically*
I like it, but as usual, your writing is too deep for me to understand.
Very enjoyable.

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"He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar."

"Oh, well I never, was there ever a cat so clever as Magical Mister Mistofelees?"
:iconqueen-of-marigold:
Eight minutes old, huh? I don't know, I think it's cool to know such things :D
"We all came from the inside of stars" is a beautiful line, it's a poem in itself.

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"Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world." -- Tennyson
:iconmintleaves:
Oh, I think so too. I love little facts like that--I just wanted to make a joke out of it. Where I live it's sweltering hot for about 9 months out of the year, so to think that eight minutes ago the sun was casting its light is kinda funny. I mean, most people here would do just about anything to stay out of the heat. :)

Thanks for taking the time to comment! I really appreciate it! :hug:

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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
:iconmintleaves:
Haha, I didn't think this poem was very deep. But thank you just the same, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
:iconelmara:
i love the fourth stanza's quiet whimsy :)

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:iconpunknera:
Overall, I think this is really great! You use of alliteration is good, though at some points it feels too forced. For example, "but how my heated hatred halts" is a bit too much, because you changed the tone of voice of the poem in order to use all those words. The rest of the poem is written from a younger standpoint, from someone who probably wouldn't say "halt", especially in that context. A lot of your alliteration does sound quite natural though and should be kept exactly as is, I just think you need to pay close attention to how your word choices affect the overall tone.

I like the third stanza especially, but you really need to get rid of those extra spaces. I keep wondering if they're supposed to be significant and keep getting disappointed that they're not! :)

I find the fourth stanza extremely awkward. There's something about it (besides a little more excessive alliteration), that doesn't quite sound right. I think if it is read as one sentence from beginning to end that there is something grammatically or structurally incorrect: "In the desert, where I dare to rest my doormat, diabolic deeds and droughts on the part of eight minute-old sunlight is detestable." But I can't figure out what it is, so I'll leave it alone.

Anyways, good job overall. You really did get the point of the prompt so props to you!

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Punknera is no more! I am now *ATrue.
:iconangel-in-pieces:
Interesting idea for a poem, and it works nicely.
The alliteration and onomatopoeia are great; they give the poem some ' punch'.
An enjoyable read :)

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the most delicious one~ ♥
:iconkonjuku:
I liked this, I enjoyed reading the poem.

The whole idea behind it, the messeage, so raw; It was fun to read, as it was amusing and interesting.

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Don't you wanna' know how we keep starting fires?
:iconqueen-of-marigold:
That's a lot of hot weather! I live in one of Australia's cooler regions but we do get a bit of the hot weather too, so I can sympathise at least a little bit? :D

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"Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world." -- Tennyson

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