Long Constellation Poems
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Squirrels darting, dead of night.
Vivid velvet curtains of mist indistinguishable from city fog adorned, a courageous jogger, Addison.
Marsh light mirage appeared to beckon to canvass of the mind
“I’ll find myself deep within one day or precisely one night.”
Addison, was a jogger who could be imagined by the most colourful imaginations.
A person who ran, jogged, sprinted with crystalline clear visions.
“Ironic, I must connect somehow in every environment.”
Her slim svelte surging figure aptly attired for a wetland plagued by a city scape of habitats.
Just on the fringe of a sizeable town entering a 2025 empowerment.
Yet she seemed ostracized for whatever
reason quaintly excluded.
“My issue seems that I have been evaluating all around me.”
Addison tribe, circles, connects were many.
Yet the dimensions of personal constellation etc would taunt a canvass painter.
Her sister, an accomplished painter appeared to be intimidated by her feisty sister’s midnight trekking or solo runs.
A ballooning complexity didn’t interfere with her job as a new age clairvoyant.
Allied to her other aura surrounding healing skills.
“But here I am channeling for everyone bar myself.”
This angel glow mystery of a runner
Her images reflect in mud spume pools.
The micro burn of fireflies, the crickets clucking incessantly.
Sinister birds perched on trees a watch tower.
“One thing can’t does is paint
Leave that to my twin sister.”
Addison did a swerve, a torsion but fortunately avoided any injury or strain
“Goodness, a black eagle winked at me.”
Addison to her said.
A ghostly gothic gust of wind with a shrill high pitch appears.
Like background music
A grey splattered sweat from Addison’s brow was wiped by her as continuum.
It was so therapeutic for Addison this weekly fly by night.
Damp, sprays, squelching, soggy patches prevailed.
“I can have it both ways.
I seem at home here.”
Addison wondering aloud.
What exactly were the somersaults in her mind?
The ecosystem seemed like an imprint.
Yet I dream of this incongruous dash.”
That big orange star,
on the top left of Orion
Could burst into supernova,
at any given time
Betelgeuse is the name,
and soon it’s going up in flames
Will be seen within our daylight,
for a whole year til it wanes
The Orion constellation,
shall grow a glimmering shoulder
Pumped and magnificent
like Sisyphus’s boulder
And two millennia since,
the last nova said goodby
A brilliant new star of Bethlehem,
could well fill the sky
So what then for mankind,
will it be the second coming
Or another moon overhead,
dazzlingly stunning
A revelation nonetheless,
shall caress upon this earth
And wise men will observe in awe,
to a superstars birth
* an agnostic view of life *
By David Kavanagh
When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
You were left emptied of greenness, a vast void where echoes can't return,
You've lost the appetite for light and horizons, a crownless tree in the purple twilight.
Oh, how you wished to remain the same old fir, clutching a world of rays to your chest,
But you let the day slip into night, you departed to become the leaf you await to fall.
Nymphs in chorus called you to shout again, for the wind to blow in your blue day,
But you stayed silent, and in your silence the tear of the sea extinguished in a fist of foam,
You feared the equinox that doesn't come, the persistent remembrance of a song once drawn,
And you feigned your existence into a white beginning of hibernation, like a silence before a revelation.
Do you believe that once you bloomed, the storm can't break the branch that holds you?
You stopped being the barbarian that made the echo in the mountain laugh at itself,
And in exchange for smiles, a sad pass settled on your face, casting long shadows,
An unanswered question that floats above you, a flight that no longer knows how to reach its destination.
Ah, you’ve lost her, that fearless bird that used to scent the filters of your soul!
You've ceased your word, halted the depth from caressing the root of the sky.
You've forgotten the whirlwind that lifted you above the world, and now you search for meaning,
You are a snail without a shell, feather without flight, a ripple without an ocean, a sky without a constellation.
Is waking harder? Is oblivion gentler than the sweet pretext of remembrance?
You wonder why the stars do not answer your indescribably late call,
The road back seems too long now, legends speak of new beginnings, barren horizons.
Slowly but surely, you lost it... in a pass of slippery fog over your world,
Now you are the slave to your own echoes, seeking a mirror in me so you can breathe once more.
* * * * * * *
Into old comfort zones, honed from a million years before,
a reclining evening slips gently down the trees
Pensive cricket songs, uncoil from the thickets now,
and spiral upwards upon a hem of a sinking sun
A reclining evening slips gently down the trees
The stars appear, and settle into constellation memories,
and spiral upwards upon a hem of a sinking sun
The laughter of a summer day is put to rest
The stars appear, and settle into constellation memories
Pensive cricket songs uncoil from the thickets now
The laughter of a summer day is put to rest,
into old comfort zones, honed from a million years before
John 14:12
"Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father."
Greater things
By Michelle Morris
14/05/2022
Hear this:
You are built for greater things
Things beyond your imagination and dreams
Open up your heart and mind
And listen to your soul sing
For God and His Angels are there for you
Each and every moment of the day
Gather them close every morning
And feel their grace and mercy always
You are not here to merely eat and breathe
Or wander aimlessly through distractions
You are meant to expand and thrive and grow
And become a stellar constellation
Know this:
You will always be more than you think
For you are much greater than your mortal shell
Embrace your power and be your best self
Go forth to shine like a star in heavenly realms
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Mythical Greek characters can be seen in the sky
Orion, the giant huntsman, draws back his bow
The constellation Cygnus, is said to be Zeus in disguise
Draco, the dragon appears in the big Dipper's glow
The Romans gave us Luna, she lights up the night
Her glow spins stories of passsion and romance
The constellation Hercules, shines its bright light
In the west or the east you may see Venus by chance
Aquarius, the water bearer, inspired a song
Perseus, who slew Medusa, is seen on high
His wife, princess Andromeda, is among the celestial throng
As Pegasus, who carried thunder for Zeus, spread his wings to fly!
3-17-2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
In the dark sublime
You're the shooting star
Healing grim moments
Like receding glacier
Oh shooting star
You're hope to the stoic
Joy to the despondent
Lighting darkest nights
You're the warm fire
Burning hearts with desire
Shooting shivers in solar systems
Leaving goosebumps in many galaxies
Your fascinations shoot arrows
Straight through hearts
With unconstrained desire
After your beautiful constellation
Oh shooting star
You long to be savored
But only for a moment
You yearn to be devoured
But only by the lucky ones
When you shoot high in the sky
You shift my attention from the stars
Whenever I see you
I make a wish!
DIVINE ECSTASY OF GALAXY
I see in the deep heart of the galaxy
The resplendent enclave of ecstasy.
I see the sparkle in constellation of star
Shining the bliss in green and silver.
I see the swirling glow of charisma
In nebula’s cobalt and crimson patina.
I see in the surreal space afloat
The mystique design of God’s thought.
I see in the celestial show of splendor
The creator’s awesome wonder.
I see the divine soul created
For which the universe waited.
I see its graceful creative stance
Performing the cosmic dance.
I see behind the heavenly drape
Absolute consciousness taking shape.
February 18, 2019
The warmth no longer comes
it seems to only leave.
The furry ones, all
caught in hypnotic disbelief:
hardening ground's
taken root
where once
gardening grounds
(forsaken, mute)
were once and again
makin' fruit.
Each beast, shaking
like a leaf
(though, truth be told
I've only ever
seen 'em dance)
as if to compel
the sun to
sidle up
'n stay a bit.
The butterflies are all turned
to windblown, drying leaves.
The biting clouds of gnats
are now
the biting cold of early flakes.
All hatched and reared
(the secret thrush, the ungainly, splashtering loon,
the burly snakes)
as evening hurries home
to be home for the night.
It's so early, so late.
The fatted robin's gone
just as the field mice hid
from barn-now-lapcat.
This constellation of crows,
a raucous perch, tried
that hiding ploy: their clotted knotted
silhouetted faux-leaf blackening hide out
where the leaves’d lived but crows are not
meant to blot the low sun as they’d plotted...
And so it was as so its been since Oh, so ever since -
a bird of prey, answered their
plaintive caws with painted claws -
a fracturous startle from above
a crash! a cry! a scattering!
one down, one murder
still.
Nothing softens, nothing greens.
No flowering as Southern urges
force flocks into making V-lines.
Each nest left: all break routines.
Summer is souring, as frost emerges
and last-one-picked, the pines -
lefties left in left field;
icing soon, their needles their shield
and, the coach never intervenes...
The light more slow to show
more tugged and bent to slant.
The sunshafts seem to push
the cold ahead as snow by plows.
And for our part we too as well
well, we turn away, turn indoors.
We turn our dreams to
make-it-through this.
We turn our collars up,
and too, our eyes to floors.
We turn our (each seems to)
thoughts inside this shell
not towards Inner but
rather, of course, truly from-
far and away from the
Cold & Falling, closing crisp.
How unlike the Scholar's Cup!
Our husks indoors,
our thoughts follow
but burrow deeper still.
Don't blame the light
for not keeping company
so deep where hides
a fearful, frigid 'you.'
It's Autumn
all turns on
one point.
It's Autumn
Fall burns on.
It's Autumn
sun burns on
one point
(of light.)
I have never felled so alive
as now.
ZIGZAG ZEBRA
On an auspicious day
under dazzling sunrays
as Sun took transit to constellation Libra,
from zoo, zealous zigzag Zebra
started to gallop
to reach the book shop
to buy Text Algebra.
Appeared a scary snake
and offered milkshake.
Shop owner was King Cobra.
02/01/18