A UNIVERSE
Raisin cake, a rubber band:
undigested clumps and voids
bunchily constrain
expansion, like the waistband
of cheap pants
or love
A potato-shaped moonlet--
a mere asteroid--
can root into deep space loam,
grasp tight its bug satellite,
fight immensities
But the cosmic taffy-yank
yields not in my home field
No glittered cluster
or binary geisha--my
force could not alter his course
So help plot his orbited
return, oh doughy bike-mad
neighbor, strain beetle-
blue helmet straps; so moonlit,
tilt happy grub face
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
Hmm. I'll return. This one is baffling me at the moment. As always the sound is brilliant. But when I hit "binary geisha" I know I'm completely lost, just no idea :-)
ReplyDeletebut this stanza grips me:
a mere asteroid--
can root inito deep space loam,
grasp tight its bug satellite,
fight immensities
And so does the last. Back to the terrors of the schoolyard?
(Looking back the clumps & voids stanza also rocks. But I know I'm missing something important that strings it all together here. Maybe my science is too flabby?)
It's so fun to get to read more of your stuff!