#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 25
Musing under the moonlight
Streaming through glass doors
I wonder if the Moon beings, too
Meditate on our blue-green orb
Does it work for them and how
As we spin on the axis of flaws?
Do they think, we Earthlings
Beneath the aurora borealis
Are so distant, alluring, magical!
Does all creation seek answers
Across obscure transcendence
Is it the destiny of cosmos
To seek what’s not to be ours!
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 24
Squeaky unoiled hinges
Of swings in the park
Sweaty breeze on the face
Games in an idyllic noon
A clang of metallic toy ponies
Multi-hued flying frisbees
Muddy barefoot squeals
Merry-go-round treble
Run and hide, hide and seek
Playing till night descends
Yes, freedom of innocence
Long lost, yet dearly craved!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Henry. E. Roscoe. Spectrum Analysis. London: MacMillan and Co, 1869 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 22
I sieved the stars
Through my fingers
They fell on the ground
Now, sparkling dust!
The mist from my eyes
Mingled in the glass
The shimmer flowed
Into oceans and seas
Luminescence washed
Along a silver beach,
I picked up the shards
Of the broken stars.
One with the sand
By the shores, I stood
Crystal dreams in my hand
Clutched to my bosom.
Roaring skies demanded
The glitter be returned
For they carried visions,
Of a thousand Earths!
Poetry inspired by the book cover of Lord Dunsany. The Book of Wonder. London: William Heinemann, 1912 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 21
Traveling unrestrained
The vast wilderness
Floating on clouds
Making mistakes
Capturing the bliss
Of throwing care
To the whistling winds
That was meant to be
Our universal destiny.
But look at us now
And all our messy lives
Seeking happiness,
In paper money
Living in castles
Built of dead trees
On barren lands
Failing to behold
Nature that throbs
With the power
Of just being!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for F.A Pouchet. The Universe: The Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little. 13th edition. London: Blackie & Son, ca. 1896 — Source.
#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo Day 19
In the labyrinths of silence
I explore inner darkness
In awe, I see the lines rusted
Of rotting pain
Etched on my heart
By recollections deep
Digging in like ridged shards
Most painful are moments
I try to, but I can’t recall
They lie in the gloomy corners
Smothered by macabre screams
The ones I had muffled
For I knew no one cared
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Edward J. Goodman. Too Curious. London; Guildford: Bentley & Son, 1888 — Source.
Blue Pen Strokes 
