the coldness of the moon (20160711)

the feelings appear
like a sudden moon
shining in the night sky
darkness ripped away all at once

but the stars are so small
and so very far away
far away from me
far away from each other

i will own this sadness
though it’s not authentic
this melancholy that turns
like a record in a jukebox

that spreads its roots
like a tree growing
from my chest, bursting through
bones and sinew

i will carry it
because letting go is cowardice
and facing it is cowardice
and writing this is cowardice


the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #45

The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Cowardice

Poem 20150210

“how to make a star–a tutorial”
disturb a singularity
and let it explode
bing bang style
until the subatomic particles
form from the universal soup
wait a little while
until those particles coalesce
into atoms and make hydrogen
invent gravity
and pull the hydrogen into
a big ball of nuclear plasma

if you’re lucky
in the detritus from the star’s
birthday party
you might get a rocky planet
covered mostly in liquid water
where the apes will learn to make paper
and some clever bastard
will cut the paper into strips
and fold them
into little paper stars