This is a poem I wrote in a poetry class this summer.
It started with random clippings from National Geographic. It's simply a play on words that flash before us as we scan our monthly subscriptions.
Don't take it too seriously.
Or maybe it's a poem that was begging to be written, and showed itself to me, urging me to put it together. A meditation of a poem wanting to be written.
Nomads among Stars
Blue star shines
as lost nomads wander --
distant extreme worlds apart
amidst the magical and mortal.
Celestial families
countless spots and sparks
stroke wanderers torn
from scraping goods
from metal trash.
Light from eternity
sightings of eclipses
hidings from the hearts
exposed by mighty gusts of wind.
While philosophers speak
of true meanings
within high limits,
of sweet spots
swelling each cubic foot
Nomads discover high limits
never enduring
hidden in hearts
of wonderers reaching
for magic amidst metal scraps.