DAY #43 - Giving Venus a Break

We've been pretty tough on Venus, so far. Love can be incredibly controversial: it seems to promise so much, and we fully expect it to deliver.  But today I decided to contribute something of my own - giving the Goddess of Peace, as Holst renders her, a break.

This Day In Venus

by Caledonia Skytower

Not today, rider of the half-shell.

I will not rage at you

for favors unbestowed.

No remonstrance for loves

unrequited, or railing against

passions ever unrealized.

No finger-wagging at being

perpetual best friend, sister,

affectionate companion.

There will be no accusations

of wily falsehoods, nor promises

inferred or even implied.

It matters infinitesimally

if there has been deception.

Today that is meaningless.

Holst's haunting horns do not

beckon to anger, or regrets.

They soothe the soul.

Cello voices lead forward

among the roses, the soft colors,

and the wafting mists.

Violins invite me to linger,

observe the ripple of water,

release to the float of swans.

Woodwinds murmur of

the contours of sea shells,

and enticing iridescence.

Today I feel your amity,

need the solace you offer.

It settles over me gently.

No regrets.  No complaints.

Just the tingle of Peace.

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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!

DAY #39: The Shape of Things

The Shape of Things

by Caledonia Skytower

The Universe makes clear,

the true shape of things.

Even Pluto, in its disappointment

knows the nature of an orbit.

It does not take planet-tude

to know when you're closer

to the flaming gas giant,

and the inevitable chilling

of the outward swing.

Around it comes again,

imperfect and imminent.

All things gained, passed by,

yet found once more as

time regains destinations.

Yet, what of the unimaginable

the expulsion, hurtling,

flinging out of the ellipse

and the great void of unexpected?

There is no cause to fret:

Time will guide your course.

Finding once more,

a new center, new orbital destiny

and a new heated homeworld

where the greater journey

is never a straight line.

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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

DAY #14: The Elusive Magician ~ Uranus

GOOD NEWS!  Mars has opened at LEA 4.  Stop by to see the newest planet, and be sure to listen to the music as you march over the brink to see what Mars has in store for you!

To Uranus, the Magician

by Caledonia Skytower

I look for you in the swirl

light, ethereal essence,

a constant churn of echoes,

lessons vaguely remembered.

The brightness obscures

the deeper purpose.

the motion hides steps

leading to surety.

Yet I remember the scent

aftershave of antique charm,

the disarming glint of

humorous hazel eyes.

You left before goodbyes

could connect the edges

left by your loss, a whorl,

coiling, bewitching.

Looking through the haze

of memory and divination

I hear your voice speak,

the word that is my name.

The child me runs

little heeding the conjury,

desperate for the enchantment

of your joyous embrace.

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Poems can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com.