Some mornings, a random headline catches your eye and spreads itself out in neat lines into a poem…all by itself. Of course, on other days the words just stare back at you while your muse leaves in a huff, banging the door shut behind her.
This one was in response to something that popped up in the news about yet another discovery in outer space.
Share your micropoetry- in any form- using comments or Mister Linky. If a headline inspires you, let it!
they say they discovered something recently, a
planet, a dwarf, a failed star (nomenclature has
to be irrelevant beyond a few thousand light years),
bigger than Jupiter, how colossal is Jupiter, how
mammoth is this galaxy, is there another at the end
of this gargantuan universe. See, the words I have for
‘big’ are only as large as my mind will allow, even
its wonder is constrained by the size of its own
incomprehension, this is the mind, you have to
understand, that keeps its cosmic incredulity, its
moons and meteors and gilt edged heavens in a safely
distant sky so that it can still believe I am significant.