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tim's poetry workbook - 7. Blank Verse: From Space
Poetry Prompt 7 Blank Verse
The Prompt: imagine you are free-floating in space, in orbit around the Earth. Don’t worry about a spacecraft or spacesuit – you are just able to orbit the earth – describe what you see, feel, think and expect to happen. Make it at least 10 lines, but remember, the more practice the better. Try to make it as long as you can.
So with those instructions i went to off to write. The following is an okay poem, but it is not blank verse. I tried about 3 or 4 reiterations of this poem. It just was not blank verse. I was a bit frustrated with myself. But i share this because i think it's important to know that none of us are perfect or brilliant all the time. Sometimes it is a struggle but a worthwhile one. As you read this poem.. note it is not one flowing piece, it changes throughout where blank verse should be a continuous/unbroken thought.
The song Rocket Man worms in my brain,
as i orbit this place i call home,
there are no words to share that describe
the vastness that spreads out before me.
And i wish so, that you could be here
to hold my hand and desirous gaze
as we drift through the coldness of space.
Away we could travel timelessly,
to the other planets and places
that drift on paths in our Milky Way.
We will fly past the glittering stars
catching their dust in our outstretched hands
and laughing, dig for cheese on the moon.
When once we've had our fill, we'll travel
to rest entwined, on Saturn's great rings
and we sleep in the warmth of the sun.
So i got up Friday morning opened a blank page, gave up on using anything from the poem shown above. I looked once more at the prompt and sat down to write something again. I tried to keep in my mind that while i floated in space what were my observations about what i saw and felt about the planet we call home, the life here and our future.
I came up with this:
From Space
Below me is the blue marble called Earth
and around me is space; our Universe
its vastness is nearly beyond my ken
distances are unimaginable
and there is no one out here to save us
nowhere to run as we destroy our home
for we kill the denizens and pollute
grasping, greedily for today only
not thinking about those who inherit
they will live with the decisions we make
we must join together to save ourselves
for no god resides out here in heaven
and no alien race will rescue us
these things I see clearly, from out in space
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Edit: Um, just in case it wasn't clear...this poem is right, and is blank verse.
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