Leaving on a Space Ship – A Daily Post Sonnet

Leaving on a Space Ship If I leave earth and trade it for the stars, never can I return home. The rocket’s red glare, escape velocity, no bar. past our planet’s dance in our space pocket, I go into outer space to explore, to boldly go where no woman has gone before. To sail the milky way, to soar past alien suns and watch a new dawn bloom on exoplanets while you grow old. Earth spins your years away while mine slow down special relativity, I’m told, works like that with light speed; it makes me frown. I ride the light, push nine-tenths of light speed … Continue reading Leaving on a Space Ship – A Daily Post Sonnet

If You Leave – A Daily Post Sonnet

If You Leave If you leave, I’ll follow,  Ran thought as he spread his short arms in a hug. He didn’t say any of this to the father whose knee he sat. His father held him, but didn’t say how this parting hurt him; how he wanted to take his son with him on a journey far to find the woman, who in dreams, haunted him. In her own tragedy, she now stars. His father left; Bear’s button eyes regard Ran from his rucksack and courage they give. Pack on back, he sneaks past sitter, door guard, and Rangers on patrol. He wouldn’t live one day … Continue reading If You Leave – A Daily Post Sonnet

Careful – Kung Fu Fighting Butterflies Ahead!

Kung Fu Fighting Butterflies They were kung fu fighting, those butterflies, and grappling for a hold. Their wings’re upraised out of the way; their eyes are on the prize. Through first one round and then two, they grazed each other, neither gave ground, so on they fought into the twilight. Lightning bugs zipped by to light the ring while crickets and ants sought the best odds on who’d win by a flyby. They are kung fu fighting, still in the ring and grappling. Neither butterfly has won yet but their bout goes on ’till the birds sing and begin to gad about, then … Continue reading Careful – Kung Fu Fighting Butterflies Ahead!

A Dream Out of Reach – A Daily Post Sonnet #2

A Dream Out of Reach On the field of glory, his armor bright, the knight sat his white steed ready to ride. He extended his hand, asked if Sarn might: “Ride for truth. Ride for one and for all. Ride for justice and peace. Ride out now with me.” The sun gilded the knight, made him too bright. He shined with all Sarn had wanted to be. Take that hand and his life would be so right… A tug on his pant leg, a whispered word, “Papa,” interrupted the dream, breaking the dream on his son‘s face, that had captured … Continue reading A Dream Out of Reach – A Daily Post Sonnet #2

Out of Reach – A Daily Prompt Sonnet

Out of Reach ‘Twas no toy upon  high shelf that caught his eye, no bright ball rolling down a hole either, not some child’s toy that could be bought, nothing so droll as that for this boy’s goal. His little fingers strained to touch the magic rising around him in concentric spheres. Shimmering green, translucent–a magic bubble cast by his father sleeping near. Light created it, light dribbling out his father’s closed eyes, made by fear of loss for his precious son, a child who without that shield would be visible to the boss. The bad man walking by scanning the dark for … Continue reading Out of Reach – A Daily Prompt Sonnet

Seven Words – A Sonnet for the Daily Post

Seven Words Seven Wonders described with seven words. Seven words separate understanding from confusion. Do less words go unheard when all the work, seven words are doing? Khalil Gibran once said, “that people will never understand one another [‘less] language is reduced to seven words.” Still, to discuss science we need more not less. To define reality, we need more than seven words but there is One who needs even less, one who began with no more than one word, making all life when decreed. Seven words are all I need to express how much you mean to me, but I digress. – – – … Continue reading Seven Words – A Sonnet for the Daily Post

Your Design – (Extra)ordinary

Your Design ‘Tween two ice sheets on a road, there bubbles gold as pavement heats and ice melts away. Caught in that swift rushing current, unable to flee, a piece of winter castaway and shoved towards the grate to flow river-wards. In the bubbles’ shine I see your paintbrush, evidence of your attention, my Lord. I study your work while everyone rushes past ignoring the clues you left hidden in ordinary things, small spectacles, for those who search the small details, even ice melting on a road, for particles of the divine, or lacking that, a sign that you stood here and crafted this design. – … Continue reading Your Design – (Extra)ordinary