Sunday, May 28, 2017

DAY #53: Poems & Stories Today at 3:30pm slt

Today, the work of over a dozen Second Life Residents who have contributed compositions to the Poetry of the Planets project will be showcased in a live reading event.

Poetry & Stories of The Planets 
Sunday, May 28th  3:30-4:30pm slt
Poetry of the Planets Events - LEA 4

Two more of Aeon Woodford's Cycle of Odes today!

Ode: to Mercury 
By Aeon Woodford

With messages both sad and propitious
Mercurial Messenger —with wing├ęd shoes 
And hat and sun god-gifted caduceus,
In uncharted heavens dost thou cruise. 

Inventor of the lyre, Thou would’st  approve 
Of high-pitched harp and flute and glockenspiel 
Employed to praise and describe thy quantum move.
We climb the spiral staircase thy missives to unseal.

One white-hot side thy planet shows the sun;
The nether region e’er cold and dark. 
Th’incredible heat the other planets shun
Gives words thou would’st bring that we must hark.

Light side, dark side—bad news or good—
    Your heav’nly words we need have understood. 

Ode: To Saturn
By Aeon Woodford

O Saturn, thou ancient Bringer of Old Age, 
The elder father to the rest, whose reign
Was known for plenty and peace, whose sage
Rule gave us earth’s bounty with no pain.

His celebratory music—unsettling, slow—swells
A heavy march, like the long upward climb
Past windows of the soul. With brassy bells
To mark inexorably the passage of time.

The zenith—obfuscated by white fleecy haze—
Where one abruptly drops into abyss
Or otherwise may into fathoms gaze
And ponder the void in search of bliss.

Gas giant floating in the void, do the rings around

Thy girth constrain thee as we mortals are also bound?


Poetry of the Planets will close on LEA 4 at 8am slt on Wednesday, May 31st. Some submitted works will continue to be posted here.
Thanks one and all for participating!

Saturday, May 27, 2017

DAY #52 - A Saga Begins at Saturn

Savage Taurus has taken on the epic challenge of a short story series: Hyperspatial Saudade.

We're happy to feature the first chapter today! More to come ... we promised!

 Hyperspatial Saudade
* Chapter 1 ~ Saturn * 
by Savage Taurus
 (c) May 2017

"We just passed the oort cloud. Get ready to transition from N^6 space to N^3 space," the Navigator said as she looked over at her shipmate. "Ready?" she asked.

"Ready," he responded.

The Navigator tapped the glowing holographic console and they were overwhelmed with the unsettling sensation of being twisted and turned inside out. It only lasted a few seconds, but it left aftershocks that reverberated through their bodies.

The Navigator shuddered uncontrollably and said, "That always gives me the willies."

Friday, May 26, 2017

DAY #51: The End is Nigh & the Real Blue Marble

FINALE WEEKEND is almost here. It has been a great two months, and now it is time to wrap up Poetry of the Planets and send it off into the virtual cosmos with our final two events:

Poetry & Stories of The Planets 
Readings from the featured poems submitted since this project began in early April.
Sunday, May 28th from 3:30-4:30pm slt
Poetry of the Planets Events - LEA 4

Jupiter's Ball
Celestial tunes spun by DJ Dano Bookmite
Monday, May 29th  from 1-3 pm slt
Poetry of the Planets - Jupiter - the Ballroom level

And today's featured poem challenges which spinning orb is really the true big, blue marble.

Image courtesy of Wildstar Beaumont for Designing Worlds Episode DW336
Sky Blue Titan
© 2017 by Corwyn Allen

When one views the blue sky
it is usually done from beneath,
from inside the encapsulating
bubble of atmosphere.

When we look at you,
we look upon your skies 
from without and see a ball 
of unblemished blue.

The color is pure, vivid,
and quite unlike the blue
of Earth's skies as seen 
from its surface. 

When one views Earth from space
it is often called a big blue marble,
and yet blue is but one color
among her many agate hues. 

To truly see a big blue marble, 
one need only look to Uranus.


Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

DAY #50: Playing Catch-Up with Neglected Neptune

Yes, the ancient creator of horses has been feeling neglected indeed, and so we give him another day in appeasement.

More wonderful odes from Aeon Woodford.

Ode: To Neptune
By Aeon Woodford

The Mystic Neptune, transcendent, gives us cause
To focus out on where his sphere does spin,
Immanent, conversely, gives us pause
To meditate on treasures deep within.

Melodic harp and strings, which culminate
In crowning exaltation—mystic choir,
A tribute to thine other worldly state
That draws us always deep—yet ever higher.

The brilliant, buoyant objects of thy state
Countless fathoms ‘neath tumultuous brine
From bubble perch we bobbl’ing contemplate
Primordial ooze, distracted from thy grand design.

If this protective shell would popping, break our stance,
Then finally we’d rejoin the great expanse.

Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

DAY #49 - Neptune is getting lonely!

Through the generosity of Elrik Merlin, we have a dedicated segment of this week's Designing Worlds Episode 336 to share, in which this project is featured. Thank you Sir!

I encourage you to make time to view the entire episode and then check out the installations at the LEA Estate.  Designing Worlds Episode DW336 

And on with the poetry! We haven't been to soothing Neptune in a while, but several diligent visitors rectified that yesterday.

Another lovely image by Wildstar Beaumont, shot for Designing Worlds Episode DW336

Neptune's Realm
© 2017 by Corwyn Allen

The reefs team with life.
Anemones sway with gentle movements,
while small, colorful fish dart in and out
of their tendrils, taking sanctuary there
among the barbs that will not harm them.
Corals extend delicate feathers to feed,
quickly snapping back into their hard, calcium
homes at being startled by possible predators.
Urchins, some with spines like thick clubs, others
whose spines are thin, black needles, crawl over
sea floor and across the many corals.
Sea horses and dragon fish with their fins like
cloaks of fine colorful lace swim slowly past.
Above the coral bed a school of turtles glides
by on a never ending journey around the sea.
And there comes a school of silver fish, hundreds
of them unconcerned by anything in their path
as they swim around it, momentarily engulfing
whatever it is in a bright cloud of flashing light.
there's more...

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

DAY #48: Ode to Venus

We are honored to have Poetry of The Planets be one of the featured installations this week on Designing Worlds.  The whole LEA episode is creatively inspiring, and recommended viewing.  If you want to specifically see the section on this project, it begins at 51:00.
Designing Worlds Episode DW336 - LEA Installations

Another wonderful Ode by Aeon Woodford

Photo by Wildstar Beaumont, taken for DW336 - LEA Installations

Ode to Venus

By Aeon Woodford

The Lovely Venus, Bringer of Peace,  
We bring Thee myrtle, roses, doves, and swans. 
Thine acquiescent realm provides surcease
Of stress when we upon thy chaise ensconce. 

Languid harp and flute apropos thy beauty
Grace as well Thy haven adorned in opulence. 
Enshrouded like the planet named for thee,
Can this be real or trick upon our sense?

Th’enshrouded planet bidd’st us advance
And wreck beneath its thick miasmic mist.
Didst thou in dalliance with Mars so entrance
And cause him ruin in thy famous tryst?

No doubt he sought to pierce thy mystery.
No doubt thou didst enfold him utterly. 


Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Monday, May 22, 2017

DAY #47: A Story for Mars

In the night... 
by Mireille Jenvieve-Woodford

In the night, lit by fire and rage, a lonely woman weeps under a starless sky.

Broken by days of fruitless journey ending in torrents of tears, she falls one last time to earth, shattered and empty. Her message is no longer enough to fuel her desperation, her need to find him all but destroyed by the ravages of war.

For days, she traveled further from home. Struggling for every wretched step, a deep courage propelled her on, past villages torn asunder, past burned-out settlements echoing with the muffled whimpers of frightened children. Each crumbling wall was a jagged monument to death. The wells were tinged with blood, the air thick with tears, and no living thing dared speak for fear. The black and murky water barely satisfied her thirst; even the berries were rotted on the vine. She ate and slept in clusters of rocks or caved-in tree trunks that offered poor protection from the dark winds.