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!














Comments
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?"
"We all came from the inside of stars" is a beautiful line, it's a poem in itself.
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Thanks for taking the time to comment! I really appreciate it!
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful
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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.
The alliteration and onomatopoeia are great; they give the poem some ' punch'.
An enjoyable read
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the most delicious one~ ♥
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?
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"Come my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world." -- Tennyson
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