when bolts of lightning – like dying stars
quench the order of our galaxies
when our word-hammers miss the anvil
and never syncopate the bleeding
heartbeats in our overheated forge
when we blindly race across the sky
drawing raging constellations
of deliberate inadequacy
we need to grip Orion’s belt and find
our quiet soma supernova
where parsecs of indifference
can become our singularity
of mutual gravity
Linked to Real Toads where Herotomost want us to write on “in like a lion, but out like a lamb”.
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August 15 – 2014

Yes please! Great Poem Bjorn
Thank you 🙂
hot and sparky!
Bringing the lion to heal, its a trick that once learned makes life all the more sweet and a trick most never learn. Great writing, I really appreciate the time and the inclination. I loved this!
Bjorn–I love poetry that blends nature, art and science. One spelling correction–I think you may mean lightning?
Indeed I do Victoria – thank you.. 😉
You’re welcome. I hope you will do the same for me–any critique always welcome.
Super clever, Bjorn. I hope for only parsecs of indifference with my mate. Ha. Thanks. k.
Bjorn, Quite a display in the sky with this piece. 🙂 —Susan
Interesting that you suggest that astrological orders are constellations of weak psyche — our illness writ large — and that our eventual instruction (and, on some much much later day, transformation) would come from a different construct of universal forces, requiring a quantum mechanical, a “singularity/of mutual gravity.” Where difference might be viewed as spectra of the same unified color. Nice.
Maybe it’s being more astronomer than astrologer that show itself
You don’t know this about me, but I have a strong respect (some have called it a fixation) for hammers. It might be the gunsmith and machinist in me, perhaps I just like the symbolism of an object that can both destroy and build–like humanity. So this poem hit me right in the soul. “…word-hammers” how I wish I had said that. And how I wish I had been the one whose poetry created a super-nova that promises all the newness and possibilities of another Big Bang.
This was delicious! ♥
I really love this piece, Bjorn. All the cosmic imagery opened up vistas of star fields in my mind. Thank you for a potent piece of poetry.
I admire the contrasts of the strong opening verses (lightning, hammer) with the soft ending of : we need to grip Orion’s belt and find
our quiet soma supernova ~ Well done with the challenge Bjorn ~
smiles… to find that peaceful space again after quarreling…not always easy… love how you use the space images to make your point… finding the quiet soma supernova again….very cool
Nice marriage of science and poetry!
cool, Bjorn ~
ha. what a could last stanza…and despite missing the anvil on occassion we can come together and find that mutual gravity….