Starstruck Penning, Poetry and Poetry Audio Blog

In this episode, I look creativity and source. Featured are the poems Orion Splintered, Somnambulist Penning, and 14. Images and words are my own and the music in the public domain. The delivery is so

Starstruck Penning

Those who would like to join me for the whole poetry enchilada, click on in. There are two additional poems voiced and some chit chat about the stars and creativity.   Reading purist keep on scrolling the written poem is below. As always please drop me a comment to let me know you were here. I do enjoy hearing your thoughts. 

Orion Splintered

springtime

in the northern kingdom

the Pleiades shelter behind the glare

of a temperamental solar veil

Orion hunkers down

spent from the chase

he bides his time …

a revolving piece of infinity

a glint of a grain

in splintered stardust sand

Orion vows …

his chance will come again

the light will fade

Aldebaran will fall to Bellatrix’ arrow

Taurus will finally yield the way

the huntsmen will have his pick of sisters

the seven laugh

the bull raises his horns in mirth

time is on the marksman’s side

but still    he mutates like the rest

the growth will go supernova

Betelgeuse splint a shooting arm

in a gravitational sling

the mighty hunter will loose his aim

submit to inevitability ...

a revolving piece of infinity

a glint of a grain

in splintered stardust sand

Orion Splintered is published Domesticate the Heavens. Please visit my blog to further explore the accompanying photos and essay, some bonus poetry, and keep up-to-date with all my writing. 

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

There is an awful lot going on up there...they have their own grievances as we do down here.
I wonder if they do a better job of solving them...

They must...because even after their skirmishes the stars shine for such a long time....even after dying.
Wonderful piece, Pryde,
j.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Jacob:)

[Robert Trakofler]

Hurrah, I finally got to hear this the first couple times I kept just getting ads:/ I love your voice in this poem and and in your reading I do the same thing when i look at stars I imagine the constellations moving about like gigantic moving sketches in the sky:) This piece is kind of interesting to me because I have been writing about time lately and thinking about Betelgeuse going supernova strikes a chord in that when and if we see it it would have happened long before it met our eye and sky. Please don't lose that spark of whimsy dear Pryde it is lovely to see

[Pryde Foltz]

Thanks so much, Robert. Glad you enjoyed. Yes, Rumble does post ads but you can generally skip them about 5 seconds in. Look to the right of the screen:)

[Lorry]

But you forgot to mention how purty they be looking! 😃
I really enjoyed this piece, especially the ending "a revolving piece of infinity
a glint of a grain
in splintered stardust sand."
It kinda does put us in our place as mere finite specks on a rock that must be a mere blip in comparison to them.

[Pryde Foltz]

But yet it is our infinitely small mind that contains it all:)

THank you so much, Lorry:)

[redzone]

Isn't human imagination a marvelous thing! And when combined with reality, poetry is made (or art in its many forms). We created myths from the reality of the stars, their positions, and what their positions allowed us to see, to imagine.

I for one am happy that Orion will never catch the Sisters! That the Sisters continue to escape his clutches gives hope that male domination (as it has evolved in reality) can be overcome. Perhaps an event like Betelgeuse going supernova (a social revolution) will be the catalyst for this.

Your poem is wonderful Pryde. It fuses mythology with reality in a way that is both entertaining as well as providing us with that "a glint of a grain in splintered stardust sand." Isn't "infinity" wonderful!!!!
-Curt

[Pryde Foltz]

Wonderful review, Curt. Yes infinity is wonderful ... it contains every inch of hope we can muster:)

[JustJulie]

I love hearing you read. it added to the mystical touch and sense of wonder. Thank you for sharing the beautiful imagery with words.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Julie.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love to hear you read dear Pryde. Good evening from cold and chilly Michigan. Thank you for sharing your verbal words.
Coyote

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much from northern Alberta:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pryde.

[Eilis]

I studied history in a masters program for a couple of semesters and one of the concepts we touched on that fascinated me was the differing ways humans have defined historical time throughout the ages. Some things we take for granted as just being—like time itself, I think can be one thing. I found it interesting in your poem that there were these varying ways of thinking about time and its passing encompassed within. There are some circular and linear and even a sort of spiritual timeline ideas that I felt within the narrative.

Whatever we use to conceive of these things—myths or history or spiritual concepts—there are certainties like endings that are unavoidable. Even things as long lived as stars will eventually be consigned to darkness and dust. But your poem has a message beyond that I felt that was more positive that spoke to me of perseverance and hope. Hope in chances that are not yet visible but faith to know they will come. I really enjoyed this.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Ellis. I very much like your take. Yes, time is linear from the point of human perspective but should we be able to expand that perspective we begin to ascertain curvature ... like just about everything else in the universe. If there is a curve than we can play upon the arcs. Maybe:) Wonderful review. Again thank you:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pryde... I rely on the Cosmic Heavens for Comfort and I love to enhance my feelings when reading your Poetry. Your words are my Security Blanket as Time goes by. There is a Song from Casablanca... we all have a Mission to accomplish. Tenderly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

Just wonderful. Thank you, Pat:)

[Soren]

Astrological, mythical, metaphor, the complexity of this poem flows over the floodgates in raging torents. Wonderful rushs of overwhelming information fill the mind of the reader as time flys by.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Soren:)

[andrew mitchell]

Another piece of fine writing Pryde on the heavens above, the stars and all things that make us marvel.

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Andrew:)

[Neville]

I'm with that jacob fella .. very muchly enjoyed .. Neville

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you, Neville. Jacob is good poetry Brethren to have:)