The posts you read here are AI Free, unadulterated, raw, authentic and vulnerable. I challenged myself to write a free verse first thing every morning before I journal. Letting the words flow without edit or critique. In addition I decided a daily image shall accompany the piece, taken that same morning – unedited, simple and pure.
Echoes across universes
A single bright new star bursting through time and space
Where it births there is no time, only space…
Blinking down on us it twinkles with curiosity
The quickly moving forms on a blue marble
Little specs of gathered dust exuding exaggerated importance…
As it all spins this new star child grows sad in the watching
The blues and greens become brown and lack luster
The frenetic energy perpetuates, building in intensity ~ all for naught…
Pockets of bright light, rich greens, blues and topaz
Spots where a harmony resonates a melody of land and humans in chorus…
The star in its young ignorance wonders ~
“Why do these places shrink, while the dying brownish gray expands?”
It’s sparkle wanes in the looming inevitable
Looking to its elders it inquires with hope…
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high…
Twinkle, twinkle little human
How I wonder what you are
Down upon the dying earth…
~ Flying Free FEC