SunsetGunn

NOTE — I borrowed lines and inspiration from my 2011 poem: Skye Fyre
 

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The SunsetGunn is loaded, the controls, in GunnMaster’s grip
calmly concentrating, he scans the horizon with careful eyes
the golden sun having made his journey, is weary from the trip
quicksilver moon will very soon, traverse the starry skies

Gaia rolls on gently, hushed in quiet space
GunnMaster has her skyline, locked squarely in his sight
Gaia pulls a veil of stars, slowly across her face
GunnMaster has a task, he needs complete before its night

he’s to set the sky ablaze, before he falls to sleep
a fiery coral-orange, twilight-blue, and crimson-red
in patterns broad and bold, in colors rich and deep
he carefully aims the SunsetGunn, and blasts it overhead

in a brilliant, blinding flash, he sets the dimming skies a’fire
in vivid hues, and lavish shades — the dusky sky ignites and burns
GunnMaster has succeeded, so for this night, he can retire
the SunriseGunn already loaded, in early morning, he returns

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: dVerse

 



A few more from Animal Logic — GOOD SHIT!



Distant Farewell

  • LONG-FORM, FREE-VERSE, SCI-FI ADVENTURE/LOVE POEM

  • Far-Worlds Corp research space schooner “Thadius”

     
    Distant Farewell

    ~

    “I’ve watched
    golden fire clouds,
    hanging in pale green skies,
    over the azure seas of Toluras

    I’ve seen the copper leaves
    of the parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin.

    I have beheld exquisite beauty
    in my rich, full life
    but none so beautiful
    as your eyes tonight”

    this Artheo whispers
    his breath warms
    the tender lobe
    of my eager ear

    he presses his lips
    softly to mine
    with gentle passion
    bids me farewell

    now three hours past
    I linger in the bittersweetness

    I can still taste him

    here I am
    hurtling through space
    standing on the aft deck
    gazing

    reliving the kiss
    a sudden chill
    shocks me sober

    been here, done this
    precisely this
    in every detail

    impossible

    it’s my first time aboard

    a foreboding grips me

    I shiver as I watch
    the jade-sapphire orb
    grow smaller
    less relevant

    it now recedes
    less visible
    through the carbon-Lucite

    zero-g frost
    forms and obscures
    this breathtaking view
    of the lush planet

    our home planet
    Gaia

    a place
    some now on board
    will not again see
    for fifteen years

    if they are
    counted among
    the fortunate
    who do return

    we race
    exceeding light-speed
    toward a distant
    call for help

    unknown destiny
    in uncharted space
    with no idea
    what we will encounter

    the call made it certain
    no good lay ahead

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    I am Sephias
    going to Topiarus
    to return
    in a year’s time

    I am distraught

    the anxiety
    of separation

    intense pressure
    permeates the crew
    who go the distance
    to the edge of space
    to answer
    the cry for help

    it is contagious
    I feel this too

    I feel ungrounded
    each time I choose
    to leave my man
    to go on mission

    my soul mate
    Artheo

    our love is deep

    it has withstood
    these essential
    separations

    we understood
    when I joined Far-Worlds
    that separation
    came with the program

    but knowing this
    makes it no easier

    my anxiety
    is heightened further
    given this mission’s
    uncertainty

    at Far-Worlds Corp
    we are involved
    in new-resources
    exploration

    we’re scientists
    not trained spacetroopers

    our expertise
    not military

    this ship
    the Thadius
    is a space schooner
    solar-wind powered

    a research vessel
    not a fast and agile
    battle cruiser

    not suited
    for space combat

    the security force
    we have on board
    trained to defend
    not to attack

    they protect us
    from known threats
    on our journeys
    through known space

    this mission’s different

    the unknown
    makes this dangerous

    the Dextorium
    was an advance ship
    sent to reconnoiter
    9 months ahead

    the Dextorium
    did in fact carry
    a battle-trained
    spacetrooper force

    but it has now
    fallen silent
    for many months

    the green glow
    of the interstellar
    contact indicator orb
    means they’re out there

    but silence
    not a word

    stream

    to take my mind
    off things disturbing
    I drift to Artheo
    to our last kiss

    he presented
    a calm brave face
    at our goodbye

    but I knew better

    now together
    two centuries
    rest assured
    I know my man

    as decorated Primests
    of the Science-Sect Elite
    we are privileged
    with three birthing cycles

    to improve the human strain
    a 40-year
    no-birthing period
    our second
    now nears its end

    soon
    we will enter
    our third
    free-birthing cycle

    we both welcome
    the sabbatical
    of twenty years
    that it affords

    we’ve begotten
    families
    in prior cycles
    and love them both

    we now dream
    of this newest family
    our near future
    holds in store

    this coming family
    is most important
    in our lives
    Artheo’s and mine

    state edicts dictate
    3rd cycle families
    caretake their fosters
    as health declines

    as we move closer
    to our stand down
    and cryogenic
    hibernation

    this new family
    will be our comfort
    as our current life-phase
    draws to a close

    as I reflect
    I am disrupted

    a sudden chaos

    panicked commotion
    on the foredeck

    there is great alarm

    I rush forward
    in time to see
    a startling scene
    begin to unfold

    there
    directly in front
    of our speeding ship
    menacing fields of energy

    they begin to spread
    linking together
    with apparent logic
    forming a grid
    blocking our path

    acting intelligently
    as though a sentient
    living thing

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    they are immense
    and they are many
    as they assemble
    into a spherical net
    continually expanding
    as far as one can see
    it is there

    spread far too vast
    to travel around
    their advancing speed
    we cannot outrun

    as we approach
    the pulsing web
    their acceleration
    becomes exponential

    no doubt we’re on
    a collision course

    suddenly
    my senses jolt
    I stagger back
    in shock and awe

    it is now quite clear
    what fate befell
    our advance party
    and it appears others

    they’ve been, well
    they’ve been absorbed
    by this horrific
    electronic death-mesh

    we are defenseless

    we on the Thadius
    can only stare
    frightened
    but spellbound

    the crew’s emotions
    now run the gamut
    tears fill most eyes
    as hell approaches

    then I see more clearly
    in the eerie violet
    sphere of energy
    closing upon us
    tiny multi-color specks

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    captured life-energies
    of the Dextorium crew
    and countless others
    that have come before

    their vital essence
    has been consumed
    by this entangled nightmare
    that now besets us

    their images flicker
    in and out of focus
    trapped in the grid
    held fast and hopeless

    empty faces
    of complete surrender
    translucent
    dead eyes
    living ghosts

    this thing is coming
    this host of evil

    terrified
    I feel helpless
    so confused
    and so alone

    its then I rush
    to my solarcomm
    to send a message
    to Artheo

    holding a Droon orb of light
    bravely I begin
    first sharing poetry
    as is our custom

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    “we have walked quietly hand in hand
    in the emerald meadows of Telma
    sharing its golden angelfruit
    sweet as our stolen kisses

    we’ve heard the haunting call
    of the coral winged Lellurt
    in Droon’s violet skies
    over teal Darpin Bay


    now fate deems we part
    see this Orb of Light
    it is my true heart
    when I am gone
    it will shine on
    sweet Artheo
    it is my love
    eternally”

    “right now,
    I want to hear
    your soothing voice
    my precious love.”

    “I would give the world
    to hear your voice.”

    I am speaking
    in a tone controlled
    yet laced with longing
    and melancholy

    “I love you my dearest
    but something bad
    is happening now
    here where I am”

    “there’s a chance”
    then I must pause
    collect myself
    to start again

    “there is a chance,
    I may not return
    to you again,
    to our sweet life”

    here my voice quavers
    and then it cracks
    as I try to add,
    “or — to our children.”

    grasping for courage
    I go on

    “if this is
    to be my end
    it falls to you
    to raise them now”

    “please let them see
    they’re loved forever
    protect them well
    and keep them safe”

    it’s now a struggle
    to form the words
    but filled with love
    I press on

    “remember my eggs.
    they are safely stored
    at the Off-World Corp’s
    Reproductive Center.”

    “my surrogate
    has been selected
    she is tested
    and bonded pure”

    “you must see
    our new family born
    Zenus and Rennar — born

    please promise me!”

    choking back
    so many emotions
    I now fight
    to conclude the message

    this is the last
    I will ever send
    to my beloved
    Artheo

    these are the last words
    he’ll hear me speak

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    “these children,
    Zenus and Rennar,
    will be the final connection
    between you and I”

    “remember forever
    they are a part
    of each of us
    my darling one”

    “he and she
    will care for you
    and see you through
    your dimming years.”

    “they will love you
    as you’ll love them
    give them my love
    tell them about me.”

    voice faltering badly
    I rise to finish
    and share with Artheo
    my final words

    “god, oh god,
    how I want you
    here in my arms
    my one true love!”

    with that,
    my heart breaks
    as I stare silently
    into the screen

    teardrops streaming
    down my cheeks

    12 hours later
    the message arrives
    on Artheo’s
    commstation screen

    he is gripped
    by disbelief
    at what he sees
    at what he hears

    consumed by horror
    unable to move
    he stands trembling

    frozen by grief

    as he sees
    my message end
    my image flickers
    and then it fades

    Artheo
    falls to his knees
    without sound
    silent for some time

    then
    with a growing mix
    of fear and sorrow
    on his ashen face

    he throws back his head
    thrusts up his arms
    straight and stiff
    fists clenched in anger

    clenched so tightly
    nails
    cut into palms
    and bring forth blood

    bloodied hands
    whitened knuckles
    stab at the stars

    he keens and moans
    then begins to wail

    the guttural
    heart-rending wail
    of a man bereft
    soul-gored
    devastated

    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2008
    (revision © 2019)

    The artwork above is by: Hera, of Stockholm, Sweden

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    Moonfall

    …I might find it interesting to believe that we are not alone in this universe within universes. I believe ‘others’ are observing us, and are concerned by our behavior. Called many things through the ages, such as “travelers”, “those that are”, “angles”, among others: I believe they have been here, and perhaps some of us have been there. As adults most of us grow suspicious, skeptical, closed, and therefore unreceptive, potentially even dangerous — so these ‘others’ make their presence known only to the pure of heart, who still possess their sense of wonder. They come in dreams, visions, and apparitions.

    Centuries and millenniums ago, when the world was less devastatingly violent, they visited more often. Graphic and oral evidence of their visitations are found in every culture. These ‘miraculous’ events, misunderstood by less sophisticated early humans, became the ‘seeds’ of the world’s current religions.

    These ‘others’ seek to know us but they are frightened by our growing self-directed global hatred and paranoia — especially now fueled by our many technologies of death and destruction. They now consider us unapproachable. I’m not certain when or how large-scale contact will be made, but it will eventually happen — in spite of the ‘if-or-not’ of alien abduction and probing.

    Inherently we humans have come to know, but not fully comprehend, the essence of this reality of impending contact. Through the distorted lense of fractured history and our fear, I believe we have, over time, come to call this ultimate contact by many names, some positive, some negative; names such as the rapture, apocalypse, end of days, armageddon, and the like. Though we perhaps misinterpret the nature of this amazing future event — contact is coming. This I might believe, if I could believe anything. In that spirit I wrote and offer this sci-fi poem…

     

     

    Moonfall

    •

    the dual suns
    still crisp and bright
    warm me as I journey
    painting the strange landscape in vivid presence
    this alien world
    startling
    yet fascinating

    I embarked at midday’s solar convergence
    senses alive and alert
    consumed by the thrill of exploration
    heady with anticipation of discovery
    I believed today I would make contact

    I would connect

    but it is day’s end
    moonfall descends upon this severe terrain
    early shadows fall across my face
    a veiled foreboding settles upon me

    there are many shadows here
    other shadows
    odd shadows

    disturbing specters
    that disrupt my nights
    disquiet my soul
    steal my peace
    they come unannounced
    almost imperceptible

    but no time for worry
    there is still far to go
    I am eager to move
    drawn by the need to reach my ship
    to reach safety

    yet here I stand
    momentarily motionless
    immobile with dread
    yet captivated by the haunting beauty
    that is this planet’s rising moon
    a translucent blue fractal orb
    ever changing
    mesmerizing

    I shudder and sober
    turn into the evening breeze
    and venture onward
    immersed in rolling amber and coral
    spread glorious to the horizons
    of this foreign world
    receding with the setting suns

    again the shadows shift
    dull confusion finds me
    I lose my pace
    draw up in momentary halt

    nagging concern engulfs me
    panic pierces my solace
    bewilderment grips me
    unwelcome
    it holds me
    uncomfortable in my skin

    these feelings sweep over me
    clouding briefly my purpose
    obscuring my destination

    then they waft
    I see across the darkening valley
    my shuttle craft
    my safety

    urgently I proceed
    but again my mind fogs
    I wander
    and once more lose focus

    an eerie mist settles like a shroud
    moonfall is coming
    coming much too quickly
    moonfall
    the frightening night noises
    unsettling dreams

    mounting alarm
    I believe I am in trouble

    a sense of peril gnaws
    builds
    paralyzing fear
    fear I will not make it back
    before these suns go dark

    I am afraid to lose this light
    afraid to loose my way

    afraid
    so afraid

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2010

     

    NOTE: this was originally posted 2/25/10

    …discover what others believe and don’t believe at readwritepoem

    Machine Mind

    This post is offered in response to prompt #14 at We Write Poems,
    the August 9th prompt at Big Tent Poetry,
    the August 11th prompt at Three Word Wednesday,
    and prompt #65 at Carry On Tuesday.




    “…scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could,
    they didn’t stop to think if they should…”

    Dr. Ian Malcolm


    Machine Mind

    •

    you wink awake at morning’s light
    beckoning me to focused task
    prompting me of promise

    you collaborate
    in my keeping touch
    in work dispatched
    in thoughts transcribed
    in matters pure creative

    you are my portal into virtual space
    to probe mysteries
    the vast unknown

    the tool I wield
    to unearth facts
    dig the dirt
    to search for truth

    tightly spun
    within the web
    you tend my life
    make all cogs turn

    my instrument of whim
    device of my distraction
    are you my submissive
    or master of my will

    when you’ve surpassed my vision
    will you serve me still

    have I the power to shut you down
    turn my back
    walk away

    to truly let you keep

    in the deep subconscious
    does your machine mind
    really sleep

    • • •

    TechReGret

    (a lighthearted tanka)

    •

    my laptop’s frozen

    and my cell phone’s out of range

    it’s at these times when

    I think how life used to be

    hand-written letters have soul

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2010

    _________________________

    • photorendered collage entitled: “Machine Mind” – by: rob kistner © 2010

    IN CLOSING: We live a in a world immersed, if not drowning, in technology. The idealistic and naive early vision was to create technology to serve us, make life easier, less complicated – but the joke is on us. We now serve the technology, and life is more complicated — traveling at a pace we struggle to keep up with. We’ve leveraged our peace of mind in the misguided pursuit of leisure. Is there a remedy? If we do not open a global dialog focused at finding ‘balance’, the situation will, I believe, resolve itself – and the world will not like, and may not survive, the ultimate solution.

    As James Martin, one of our great modern thinkers and author of the “The Meaning of the 21st Century” points out in his most optimistic and uplifting book, man stands on the threshold of either the greatest era in human history, or the end of life as we know it – the outcome rests in our hands.

    I wrote an essay back in 2007 which deals with humankind’s strange relationship with the technology we’ve created. You can click here if you would like to read it. …rob

    Mind’s Eye

    …response to prompt #13 from Magpie Tales




    Mind’s Eye

    •

    I sit
    with my mind’s eye
    I watch the flow of people

    the shuffle of feet
    with their different sounds
    according to their shoes

    I see wan faces of unsmiling lips
    their void curves denounce this night

    yet unseen
    is the gossamer curtain’s fall
    that defines their soul’s duality

    the divergent reality
    through which truth stumbles blind
    to move in the world rough as a rope
    taut as every promise made
    frayed as wisdom
    leaned in whispered from behind

    grab at time like dropped money

    I might learn something tonight
    if someone will release the light
    so I can shine like a child
    who likes ice cream most of all

    this child reads old mens’ minds
    and notices the shoes
    the belts all made of leather

    I feel a shiver of sad imbalance
    a confliction in my soul

    so I will watch the shoes
    and practice non-attachment
    because I can

    but pieces of me
    stick to whoever gets too close

    you may have seen me
    silhouetted against the sky
    the coldest night in January
    howling with the frozen moon

    then moon and I
    sneak through fate’s construct
    among cages of studs & trusses we run

    from room to imaginary room
    the whole world close enough to touch

    we eat a midnight lunch of damaged bread
    seasoned by caution and foreign lands
    with onion’d thoughts layered deep

    show mercy
    peel back the layers
    peel me away thin by thin
    skin by skin
    to my quivering soul

    I hope I am not ugly in your sight

    these thoughts become too heavy to hold
    to tough to chew or swallow
    my thoughts
    bone-white lies of morality plays
    open for you to peek

    hope they are not ugly in your sight
    hope they do not make you weep
    as you peel back all the layers

    onion’d thought layers
    held fast and firm
    like a carapace
    to which I’m stitched and welded
    and can no more leave than you can truly enter

    they tie me down sometimes
    but sometimes barely so

    inescapable optimism in my bare-bones grin
    flashes in the brittle moonlight

    a stranger comes to where I sit
    to see
    his stare blinds the stars from my eyes

    behind his fey smile
    his radar dreams scan the forgotten creases
    the clandestine getaways in my mind

    standing over
    he peers down with probing gaze

    one of us
    will learn a thing or two this night

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2010

    ____________________________________________
    …an edited re-write of an earlier draft…

    NaPoWriMo #29

    This is my Twenty-ninth, and penultimate post for National Poetry Month 2010

    ____________________________________

    …this poem was inspired by D.S. Apfelbaum’s day 29 post at readwritepoem…

    ____________________________________

     

    Space Is

    •

    a lightless void of soundless vacuum
    spinning masses of revolving orbs
    hurtling fragments in crystalline vapors

    molten cores
    mingled gasses
    dead husks
    black holes

    magnetic icefalls
    plasma rain
    liquid lightening
    solid clouds

    attractions and repulsions
    of precarious fragility

    a frozen dance of chaos
    on the tentative edge of balance

    unfounded fear
    unquenchable wonder
    unrealized dreams
    ultimate frontier

    relativity’s fabric
    tangled in the cloth of time

    reality’s illusion
    set in fantasy’s foundation

    ceaseless hope
    endless adventure
    unexpected catastrophe
    boundless courage

    humankind’s triumph and sad folly
    the seductive promise of the future

    our salvation
    infinity’s threshold
    the eternal question
    the elusive answer

    the everlasting bastion
    of never-ending truth

    a longing call
    a constant listening
    a driving force
    a reason why

    fountainhead of myths
    spark of religions
    and other superstitions
    home of the gods

    magnificent obscurity
    a source of mystery
    font of knowledge
    cause of fiction

    the unknown of the unknowable
    nothingness absolute

    the billions and the billions
    ever expanding everything

    …space is

    • • •



    rob kistner © 2010

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    artwork entitled “Infinity’s Door” by: rob kistner © 1998

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    …see what offerings are this day at readwritepoem

    Caisson

     

     

    Caisson

    •

    see you
    see you in this carrion half-light
    unworthy scavengers

    you cluster to ravage
    to defile the entity
    drawn in this caisson

    but you cannot

    the living presence it bore
    is greater than you

    your gluttonness lust
    might pick the meat clean
    pick the bones dry

    but this being has lived well beyond the muscle
    beyond the sinew tendon and bone
    these were its limits

    now it is set free

    so help yourself brother crow
    sister raven
    birds of black
    help yourself

    this essence has gone beyond
    far beyond
    to become infinite
    pure thought
    unbound spirit

    what you pick apart is the afterimage
    of a mortal now eternal

    so take your fill crow
    have your way raven
    blackbird — do your best
    engorge the glorious

    then be gone
    scatter
    and far off

    this caisson has delivered its miracle

    unus est privatus

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2010

    _____________________


    …this piece inspired by readwritepoem

    • photorendering entitled: “gathering” by: alice popkorn

    Alchemy

    “Went digging through some of my older poetry to find this piece I wrote 9 years ago, March 2010. I remember being inspired to write it watching Hermione’s love potion scene in ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Price.’ I had just purchased the DVD at the time. My grandson was watching the DVD last night, which put me in mind of this poem. Wanted to share it here for dVerse OLN #252. It contains very minimal revision and a slight upgrade in graphic embellishment”

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    Alchemy

    ~

    you cannot change
    a heart of iron
    into a heart of gold

    no precious warmth
    will manifest
    from something hard and cold

    a love that’s locked
    and set in cast
    can never be set free

    there is no hope
    nor magic spell
    not even alchemy

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    you cannot stop
    the hands of time
    from spinning ever on

    when the sand
    is through the hourglass
    those days are ever gone

    you cannot bring summer back
    when the leaves
    are off the tree

    there is no hope
    nor magic spell
    not even alchemy

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    ~ ~ ~

    rob kistner © 2010
    revision © 2019

     

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    OpenLinkNight #252

  • Phantasmagoria

    I’ve grown dark in my spirit over the past year, and I want to find my way back to the light and the wonder that used to fill me. I am posting this piece I wrote a couple years ago to remind myself of when I was still in touch with my sense of wonder.

     

     

    Phantasmagoria

    •

    I’ve watched
    golden Fire Clouds
    hanging in pale green skies
    over the azure seas of Toluras

    heard the haunting call
    of the coral-winged Lellurt
    soaring Droon’s violet skies
    over teal Darpin Bay

    seen the copper leaves
    of Parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin

    been seduced by saffron Remmors
    a’swim with siren song
    translucent in the amber waters
    of emerald Topiarus

    I have beheld exquisite beauty
    of otherworldly delight
    but nothing to please my eyes and ears
    as you, whispering here, tonight

    • • •

    rob kistner © 2008

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    fantasy artwork above entitled: “Time Window”
    featuring elements from justin and rob kistner
    final composite created by: rob kistner © 2006

    Otherworldy

    NaPoMo poem #15-A

    This is fifteen-A of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    This is a bit of sci-fi poetry, inspired by a flash fiction fantasy story I wrote a while ago.

    • NOTE: these poems will all essentially be early drafts, so edits may occur after their initial posting.

     

    Otherworldly

    •

    I’ve watched
    golden Fire Clouds
    hanging in pale green skies
    over the azure seas of Toluras

    heard the haunting call
    of the coral-winged Lellurt
    soaring Droon’s violet skies
    over teal Darpin Bay

    seen the copper leaves
    of Parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin

    been seduced by saffron Remmors
    a’swim with siren song
    translucent in the amber waters
    of emerald Topiarus

    I have beheld exquisite beauty
    of otherworldly delight
    but nothing to please my eyes and ears
    as you, here, tonight

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    rob kistner © 2009

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    Val

    NaPoMo poem #10

    This is the tenth of the poems I will be writing each day here in April, in honor of National Poetry Month, as proclaimed by the Academy of American Poets.

    Suggested by read write poem as a poem for day 10 of National Poetry Month; this type is known as a ‘found poem’. Passages here are borrowed from the pages of Robert A. Heinlein’s science fiction masterpiece, “Stranger in a Strange Land”. While still holding fast to the spirit of Heinlein’s novel, I’ve slightly rearranged, and mildly embellished the text to create this piece entitled “Val”.

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    Val

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    valentine michael smith
    was a most intelligent creature
    a son
    of deep space pioneers

    he lived an alien
    on the far frontier
    his ancestry was human

    raised on mars
    by planet natives
    he thought and felt
    quite martian
    he’d never laid eyes
    on man

    brought to earth
    by scientists
    who knew not
    how to grok* smith
    who knew not
    how not to
    and quickly grokked
    the madhouse planet

    he understood earth
    and its suffering
    so thoroughly
    it became his own

    it nearly drove him crazy

    heartfelt
    val reached out
    to spread enlightenment

    for this
    he was despised

    feared and hated
    quite ungrokked
    smith was sadly slain

    his death was brutal
    he died as he lived
    a stranger
    in a strange land

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    rob kistner © 2009

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    *Grok – to understand so thoroughly, the observer becomes part of the observed

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    Through Time & Space

     

    …the following is an excerpt from a science fiction novel I’m writing

     

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    Through Time & Space

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    “I have watched
    golden fire clouds,
    hanging in pale green skies,
    over the azure seas of Toluras”

    “I have seen the copper leaves
    of the parmus fronds
    flashing from indigo mountains
    in the crystal mists of Gemin.”

    “I have beheld exquisite beauty
    in my rich, full life
    but none so beautiful
    as your eyes tonight”

    Artheo whispers these bewitching words, his breath warm on the tender lobe of my ear. Searching the depth of my eyes, plumbing my very soul, he presses his lips softly to mine, and with gentle passion — bids me farewell with a kiss.

    The exchange of poetry, at times of high emotion, is a longstanding tradition on our planet – and my lover’s words were especially moving as we parted tonight.

    This intimate moment now three hours past; I linger in the bittersweetness, still tasting his lips, smelling his hair, feeling the heat of his body – I ache for him.

    But here I stand on the aft deck of the Thadius, hurtling through space, gazing into star-clustered blackness, cherishing the pleasures of our parting embrace.

    A sudden chill shocks me sober. I’ve been here, done this, precisely this in every detail. But I know that is not possible. It is my first time aboard this particular ship.

    I am gripped by foreboding. I shiver as I watch the sapphire-jade orb that holds my fascination, grow smaller, being slowly swallowed by the eternal night of space. It continues to recede, its form becoming softer, less clearly defined in the carbon-composite observation bubble, as zero-g frost clouds and obscures this breathtaking view of this lush planet, our home planet – Gemin.

    Some now on board will not again see this precious sight for fifteen years, if they are counted among the fortunate who do return.

    We race, exceeding light-squared, toward a distant call for help, an unknown destiny, in the far reaches of uncharted space — with no idea what we will encounter. The call made it certain that no good lay ahead for those aboard who now rush to respond to the enigmatic distress signal.

    I am Sephias, on an ecological research mission, to return home in a year’s time. My team and I disembark at Topiarus, the first stop on this voyage.

    Although I am off-ship before we reach the origin of the urgent summons — I am nonetheless distraught. It is the anxiety of separation. It is also the result of the intense stress that permeates the crew who are going the distance, to the edge of space, to answer the cry for help. The pressure is palpable, contagious — I feel it to my core. It terrifies me.
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