NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 2

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Submission #1

Look up you say..?

As if
Conscious entities
Unmasked at last
All eyes up cast
We wished upon
That burnt sparkling..
Beyond afar
From olden times
Earthly beings
Imaginary seeings
Darkest nights
Cave deep
Bewildering natural lights
Huddled without sleep
We made them Gods
Called upon for Nays or Nods
Imagined such dark harkening
Icon, Idols, Devotee
Filled them so full of
Prophecy
On a eve like this
No earthly peace
Shining too bright
Falling too fast
Ancestors wept
Hearts downcast
The descents caused worry
Riveted, afraid
Hide,hurry
Draw them ocher on the wall
Dark Identities
Name them all
Today we rhyme
Enjoy conceptualizing
Deep space time
Glad astronomers were enthralled
Galactic Understanding for
One and all
Now
We’ve caught them
As they fall
Knowing bones are
Built of – one with
Can google info forthwith
We are now
Know it all’s
I crane my neck
A little harder.

K

Submission #2

My sky is warped

No matter how close I looked, the sky stays crooked

I turn and turn the pictures in the book, but I just can’t get anything to hook

from Camelopardus to the Ursa’s both Minor and Major

I can’t seem to find a viewpoint  that of the picture will favour

I even checked Andromeda to Triangulum, and then the Northern Hemisphere Constellations

Just in case I was in the wrong hemisphere, but was left with absolutely no elation

Auriga, Caelum, Pegasus, Eridanus and Fornax are not to be found, much to my frustration

Monoceros, Orion, Corvus and Crater, I’m starting to think I’m just to early and may have to look again later

Puppis is just dilating my Pupils

Gemini is nowhere to be found by my eye

Draco,…  that search turned into a fiasco

Dorado just made me take a break to go find ranch flavoured Doritos

no my searching is not going well, it’s like somehow out of my sky all of these stars must have fell

how long have I been at it I just can’t tell, but I’m really cross and right now it’s this darn picture book of Constellations I want to sell.

Grus, Pyxis, Hydra, Cetus, are all I think unborn as yet in my sky, as fetus

Sculptor, Centaurus, Carina, Canes Venatici and Equuleus, but I should really digress

… And yet, Hydrus, Mensa, Musca, Norma, Octans, Pavo, Triangulum Australe, Tucana and Volans across my sky do not progress

nor Scorpius, Scutum, Serpens, Sagitta, Sextans or Sagittarius, none of these that start with an ’S’

I am becoming an angry astronomer, the term gentle sky watcher now a possible misnomer

searching for Indus my sanity undoes

failing to find Crux leaves my ego needing a crutch

Triangulum’s continued evasion leave me glum

Circinus search is like a three ring circus

and Chamaeleon is hiding around the south celestial pole like a chameleon

Apus, Telescopium, Vulpecula and Aquila have me thinking of needing a shot of tequila

Microscopium, Ophiuchus and Cassiopeia all sound to me like Onomatopoeia

Lyra, Leo, Leo Minor, Lupus, Lynx nowhere in my sky lie

Aquarius, Aries, Pisces, Capricornus, Cancer, Virgo, Libra and Taurus I can only find lays, right on the newspaper horoscope page

of Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, neither northern or southern crown I have found

Cygnus ‘the swan’, my search still goes on

Antlia ‘the air pump’, Vela ‘the sails’, Lacerta ‘the Lizard’, it’s all leaving me with only a queazy feeling in my gizzard

Boötes  ‘the Herdsman’ has ridden away,

Lepus ‘the hare’ at the foot of Orion leaves me wanting to, from my chair, leap,

Delphinus -‘the Dolphin’ has dove south under the celestial equator to hide, Hercules went off on conquest for days to ride, and Andromeda behind billowing clouds plied

Canis Major, Canis Minor, two dogs that must have fallen down into the bog

Columba ‘The dove’ flew away out of fear of war and love.

Cepheus and Cygnus ‘the swan’ are nowhere to be found as I cross them off my lists

Pictor ‘the Painter’, close to the star Canopus, I can’t find in this starry opus

Ara described as ‘a small and faint southern constellation, the Altar’ I can’t see on my inky black altar

Piscis Austrinus ‘the southern fish’ I can’t net,

Coma Berenices- Its name is said to mean “Berenice’s Hair” and refers to the legend of Queen Berenice II of Egypt, who sacrificed her long hair. But I can’t find her here, there or anywhere.

Reticulum ‘small net’ is nowhere in particular that I can vet

the fires of the Phoenix must have burned out to charcoal, into my black sky now blending, and the ticking of Horologium ‘The Clock’ is to my developing insanity lending.

I must have just missed Perseus at the last, riding the winged horse Pegasus back to Athena in twinkling starlight he probably had just flown straight past .

No the sky has begun to become distorted, and warped into this new shape contorted

And all the stars in the book away by force extorted

So I close the book and just lay back and have a good relaxing look

and the deepest breath in I took

And I swear just as I had a long look, the sky shook! and the stars moved back into alignment Just as in my book!

and suddenly I could see, all the constellations in front of me.

and it raised in me such glee!

and best or all, well other then the cost of the book, stargazing is free

but the amazement of finding them would be worth a fee

But after hours of searching this was exactly what I had wanted to see, this was how I always wanted it to be.

so look up all the stars that stretch out over thee

even if now and again they are not where they are supposed to be.

–W.B.

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