Don’t get too close.
You are no super-human astronaut in the thrall of a brutal, brilliant cosmic flash.
Keep away from powerful explosions brighter than the Milky Way.
You know, it may not be a supernova.
It may well be the freaky death throes of a star,
torn apart by the tidal forces of a rapidly spinning black hole
or black heart of some distant galaxy,
a spaghettified star colliding with itself in an intense burst of light.
However bright and starry the night
and however blue the galaxy,
try not to fall for a supernova or into the eddy of a black hole –
and don’t forget to make a wish.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Credit: ESO, ESA/Hubble, M. Kornmesser
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar Prose Poetry
Today, Frank Hubeny is our host for Meeting the Bar and the topic is prose poetry. Frank says that he once asked someone who studied literature what prose poetry was. His reply was that prose poetry didn’t exist; all good prose was already written poetically and if one really wanted poetry all one had to do was (salt and) pepper it with line breaks. Frank says that the answer seemed too simple, but maybe he was right.
The challenge is to write something, on any topic, that we consider to be prose poetry or to write a poem explaining why prose poetry doesn’t exist.
Frank has provided examples from Charles Baudelaire’s 19th century work, ‘Paris Spleen, Kahlil Gibran’s ‘On Love’ and Lang Leav’s ‘Broken Hearts’.