#meteors
guilted into yet another
late evening dog-walk
after too long spent
indoors and weighed down
by endless introversion
trudging an unlit path
free of the imposition
of street lamp
and headlight
with nothing except
those familiar constellations
and a degree of
lunular exposure
to guide our path
despite the cold and
that lingering feeling
of obstinate lethargy
we firmly planted
our mud-caked boots
upon the saturated ground
unstable and clogged
as it may have been
in order to marvel
at that moment
of unexpected perfection
perhaps it was simply
a case of fortuitousness
or sheer coincidence
but to us it seems
the universe is offering
more wishes than we could
ever have hoped for
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 1:10 PM UTC
comet Swift-Tuttle
Perseid meteor show
shooting star wishes
Mark Toney ©️ 2023
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 9:00 PM UTC
equal top billing
Leonids and Taurids show
~fireball duet
Mark Toney © 2020
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
under the night sky with great people,
looking up, looking for hope
then there's me, thinking of how were
i forgot the wishes i made for those
six meteors i witnessed
but in the seventh meteor,
i wished for you
we ended up in a bad away,
i am well aware of that but
i really wished for you
for your happiness, with someone new
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
To you who whip through your pain,
Remember that your mind is abounding,
It is mesmerizing
that when you start to talk about your ideas,
it's like your wondrous mind is pulling me
inside this enormous galaxy,
not a mere galaxy that is empty
instead it is full of heavenly bodies
and colors and life.
I fly in comfort,
I feel weightless.
When you talk about your dreams,
I can picture you collecting the stardust
and making a life out of it
Your eyes speaks like an abstract
of meteor showers
and comets
and auroras,
painted in one great canvas.
The more I explore into it,
the more I could understand
the rhythm of your thoughts.
If you're thinking
that your life had fallen apart;
Remember me,
me who you shared your light and hope with,
You came to me like a shooting star,
So rare yet so beautiful.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
The incomplete dark
of a suburban night
makes seeing the great beyond
hard
but patience, peace
and allowing the eyes to adjust
finally reveals a truth
firefly flicks burn
amongst the static majesty
of constellations
reassuring that all is
still in motion
from our frozen homes
we can gaze and hope
as surely as our kin
watched stars fall like rain
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
In the Whispering Night
by Michael R. Burch
for George King
In the whispering night, when the stars bend low
till the hills ignite to a shining flame,
when a shower of meteors streaks the sky,
and the lilies sigh in their beds, for shame,
we must steal our souls, as they once were stolen,
and gather our vigor, and all our intent.
We must heave our bodies to some violent ocean
and laugh as they shatter, and never repent.
We must dance in the darkness as stars dance before us,
soar, Soar! through the night on a butterfly's breeze:
blown high, upward-yearning, twin spirits returning
to the world of resplendence from which we were seized.
Published in Songs of Innocence (Issue 3, Spring 2000), Romantics Quarterly (Vol. II, Issue IV, Winter 2003)
Keywords/Tags: romantic, romanticism, whispering, night, stars, hills, flame, meteors, sky, lilies, shame, souls, stolen, ocean, sea, butterfly, breeze, twin, spirits, returning, heaven, resplendence
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
she is what
black holes look like
and in the deep space of her room,
she writes poems
made of meteorites
and sings to playlists
made of stars.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
I slept well,
Maybe someone made me sleep,
I could say only thing,
I rejected it without wanting.
I imprinted all of my memories,
All of my disturbed feelings
With the meteors fell down in my dream.
I saw Devil's hell,
Not with its hot but with its cold,
I found out with cold,
I lost my everything.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
I loved Him
Like the moon loved the stars
I studied him
Like the stargazers
A masterpiece
Please be mine
Never to be mine
Two planets
With different routes
Desperately wanting.
I destroyed myself
For you.
So that my meteors
Would go closer
Than I ever could,
I’m yours for good
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
It's beautiful if you just float. Let the clouds give you pace on this spiritual boat.
The solar beams gleam through the steam, wafting off the radiating stream.
Beneath me a spirit, above me the genesis. Intergalactic boulders batter through the ozone. Laying waste to the land.
From the waste of destruction lays the fertility to a new world. A universe self aware. Seeded by the space rocks, for we are only atoms and bits made possible when the meteor hits.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Stepping through into darkness
Street lights drowned out by solid silhouettes of trees
Distant stars brought closer
In awe of the dramatic beauty of the vast night sky
Feet still
Face upwards
Eyes drinking in the fullness of space
Blue light traces as shooting stars race
Vision made aware of bursts of incredible meteors
Moving through my universe
I would stay and drown for hours in the deep ocean of the stars
Glad to feel so small against something with no edge
Limitless mysterious infinity
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
i could never ever forget the night i met nari. it was like magic, like the powers that be wanted our destinies to collide, to crash, to blend.
it was the night a meteor shower was to come to my small town. people came from neighbouring cities just to see them, these bright lights, these shooting stars. everyone was camping out, the high school's football field covered with trucks and blankets and tents. There were even people cuddling with blankets wrapped around them in the bleachers, their words filling the air as they prepared to stare at the sky, prepared to see something more beautiful than anything they'd ever seen.
i was doing the same, sitting in the back of my dad's truck with a blanket over my shoulders, but i was beginning to doze off. i was feeling a sensation much like falling, when i heard a someone speaking in my direction.
"need help staying awake?"
it turns out, i didn't need to stare at the sky and see a meteor shower to see something more beautiful than anything i'd ever seen. i just needed to open my eyes and look at her. she was smiling, and god, she had a smile that grow flowers, birth stars, and mend butterfly wings. and she was smiling. at. me.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
In my dream the other night
Meteors where in flight
They streaked across my midnight sky
Like fireworks on the 4th of July
Forever screaming through space
Far above this sad human race
As I watched such beauty rain through the heavens
The nightingale's song did beckon
It brought my attention back to the ground
Horrified by what I found
Hairless apes that swung down from the trees
Are now on bended knees
I heard them praying to their Gods
They seemed to be at odds
I seen them on their bellies crawl
Look up to the sky in awe
For they feared his wrath
They feared his laugh
Praying to an unseen entity
When mother nature held the remedy
I turn my attention back to the star sprinkled sky
But even there thing's where starting to go awry
The sky was falling into the deepest darkest hole
A hole so greedy it refused to even let the light go
The world started to spin
The hairless apes screamed it was because of the other man's sin
Refusing to see sin belongs to each of them
Instead they just chartered
About the depravity of one another, none of it matter
Colors no one had ever seen swirled by
It was the most pleasing journey to the eye
As I rode the earth into the void
Streaking into the blackness like an asteroid
Relishing the thought human nature would soon be destroyed
But I fell like a stone
Waking up in my bed alone
T.V. showing the morning news
Terrorist plotting against the Jews
Everyone hating on one another
Their religion is their cover, trying to use it to smother
Them apes are to blind to see
That thier imaginary entity
Is the original sin
Another reason for men to hate men
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
In the dark we marked tattoos of
disintegrating constellations
on our rib cages,
our fingernails filled with ink.
We were told they would last
forever on 19 year old skin
when carved on the night where
each fallen brother of Sun kissed
our mid-August goosebumps.
The weight of our bodies
cut into the grass.
We came back the next evening to
watch these human Grand Canyons
sink deeper to Earth's liquid center
underneath flashlight flickers of an
approaching thunderstorm,
each bolt echoing on the hearts
of Lake Michigan fish.
The trees fell inside our craters
as we walked backward to my car,
fearing for our lives, but
immobile from each reaching meteor.
Perseus fell through Earth's granite throat,
parabolic melting of night sky.
Collapsed Big Dipper and Ursa Major
illuminated our chests
over shadow of dying white pine.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Meteors falling
And I'm wasting my wishes
On your sorry ***
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
I looked for a good morning
under a sky that didn't feel right
the meteor showers can't end
just because night has
and daylight has broken
broken out
of the chrysanthemum cage
the starry starry night
had put in place
and when my good morning eclipsed
into a wilted noon
I decided to wait
wait out the day
and it slipped right by me
so I looked for a good night
and the night wasn't
as starry starry
as it had been before
but the meteors were still there
awaiting my delicate eyes
and when I saw the trail of fire
I knew I'd receive
a beautiful good morning.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
These years are speeding darkly
Since the epiphany. You don't get
A lot of those.
Last night
On the beach I laid back to watch
The shooting stars; some say
The heavenly stars. The Perseids
Burned indiscriminately,
I counted two.
I was starstruck watching
The four satelites,
In a pre-determined orbital,
That would burn as sure as
A ghetto.
Ogling the dark spaces;
Comforted, there's more stars
Out there for some other reason.
And wham. It happened , always unexpected.
It's not because something's not there;
It's because it never was, but for
Two meteors and four satelites.
I saw the light.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Four A.M.
Nothing, at first,
then clouds part,
and stars fall
like showers
of seed pearls:
perfect white
particles
of creation,
God's tracers,
tiny droplets
of beauty
raining
on a still,
dark world.
- mce
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Outside in the cold
darkness, neck craned
toward Orion’s belt
waiting for streaks
across the sky.
Leonids passing
by, your name
orbits in my mouth
like planetary moons;
shooting stars
reflecting
the past
in your
eyes.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC