Witherforthou it is as a poetic horoscope
thrust upon my conscious like an irregular prominence
amid the cacophony of conformed voices
spiraling in the barred galaxy
suppressing the dwarf star spinning within the center of my mind…
What then the voice of this said star,
born betwixt a red-giant in a cluster of neutron remnants
of alien satellites on a sidereal axis
rotating around the dimensions that were to become me…
Gravity whispers in a star-forming dust,
then impacts it with a hurtling meteoroid
admonishing with particles the tell-tailed nucleus…
my clouded voice fights in futility
against the coma
that entraps all who attempt to reach escape velocity…
It is often forgotten that Jupiter does not converse
in the hushed tones of Venus
and that the quiet spreding nebulae of supernova
do not sing in the reeded tones
of a flaring corona in a photosphere;
likewise I endeavor to survive the collisions
of my singular voice with interstellar conformities
that gather all dark matter into black holes
which consume unlucky wayward asteroids
straying from their Oort clouds
tightening their dense belts around my spirit and freedom,
hurtling them headlong upon a decaying trajectory
whose path ends in the dust-laden maria of the dryest and deadest moons.
Alas, here there is not an atmosphere to sustain life,
and I wither like a star deprived of the nitrogen
that powers its central core.
I am now as Saturn’s rings as if bursting asunder
and, speeding past a frozen Pluto,
demoted likewise to an Aurorian shuttle
that would not change its orbit
to align with the planes of the planets
sleeping in a settled solar system…
Thiswhencetherefore as I speak here freely my weakened voice is abducted
and carried away in a silver Martian rocket
to a globular cluster within Orion's belt
where judgment is passed by the magistrates of Cygnus
and the courtiers of the Pleides;
I am banished to the barren inhospitable moon of Mars,
and that is where I roam in isolation, through a terra luna vacuum,
in a cold existence of a perpetually negative Celsius,
where the heat fusions of the sun dance and sing on a distant stage
in a comedy of plays that provide no warmth here…
Whencehapschance I peer through the parallax of atomized hydrogen,
beyond the proud crowns of Cepheus and the star-embedded kings,
my mind snakes along the curling Scorpius
in search of a bright point of light that is yet exploring-
and there tiny Voyager is found,
through a mantle of yellow cosmic wind and flaring blue dust,
casting its shadow on the reflective lenses of a Galilean probe,
my soundless voice cheers its preprogrammed sequences
refracted in the mirrored telescopes of evolution,
yet ultimately to fall upon an unexpected syzygy alignment
of the terrestrial, the celestial, and the inescapably apocalyptical.
I stretch my silent verse between the Titan moon of Saturn
and Neptune’s slender rings,
hoping to power my tiny rover under Draco's eye
that eclipses the curious asterisms in the distant Andromeda galaxy
where I find my voice in a singularity;
Heretowithwhere I ply my trade of recalcitrant visions
and outlandish voices
and plot a course to the uncharted tradewinds of the Magellanic clouds
and, though I am sealed in a small Gemini capsule
yet shall I individually illuminate like a bright Sirius
the echoes of a dark and vast universe,
unfurling my solar sails if only to follow Polaris
on an elliptic orbit into oblivion
in order to find my voice again and call it my own.
Author notes
Contest Notes: all words used...
Subject- on the conformity of poetic voices
In a list
- Astronomy & Space Mix- Actual and Fiction- Most • next in list
- Social Commentary- Some • next in list
A contest entry
- ~Inspiration from the Universe~ by deadcolor dreams.
450 points, ended February 11, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was a thrilling poem for me to read. I am not going through all 100 words to check to make sure you used them all, but I will take your word for it.
The introduction, particularly, really sucked me in. As said, I'm quite impressed. I got a real 'intellectual' vibe from this, as if you knew as much as I did about the universe and these words, maybe even more. That's a good thing.
i did notice however, alot of typoes. Such as: celsius, was spelled 'celcius'. I am not sure I am particularly fond of you cramming words together, such as: Witherforthou.
Is Whatto a word, or a typo, also? I usually like the lines alot shorter, and alot more line breaks, but you pulled this off marvelously.
Thanks for entering, and good luck~
Lindsay
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thanks for catching the technicals, it was a very late-night write! Celcius/Celsius, figures, I'm used to 'Fahrenheit' (not much easier!) The words crammed together- just a wayward creative burst... whatto was what-to... I say 'was' for I did trim away a few of those anomolies; I did leave a few so you could say "that's that poem with those crazy 'words' in it"!
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Interesting
Impressive you too did all 100 words, very well done. like the flow, very thought provokative and speaks loudly in many different directions.
liked this part the best
Alas, here there is not an atmosphere to sustain life
and I wither like a star deprived of the nitrogen
that powers its very core.
I am as Saturn’s rings as if bursting asunder
and, speeding past a frozen Pluto,
demoted likewise to an Aurorian shuttle
that would not change its orbit
to align with the settled planes of the solar system
i don't know it just somehow rings true in many different ways, anyways great job, this is fantastic and good luck in the contest. - Jacen an IndividualEleven.
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