Sunday, May 21, 2017

DAY #46 - A Poetic Bonanza!

Wow!  There has been a lot of composing going on at LEA 4 in the past few days.  Thank you one and all!  Remember, get your work submitted in the next few days to have it be considered for presentation with the Poems & Stories of the Planets on May 28th!

Aeon Woodford has written a series of odes, each as wonderful as its predecessor.  I'll feature them over several days.

The ode is one of the classic forms of poetry.  To learn more about the ode as a form ( and be linked to several great examples), visit the Poetry Foundation, who provide terrific glossary information on poems and poetry.


Ode: to Jupiter
By Aeon Woodford

Sanguine Bringer of Jollity, King of gods, 
Jupiter, thou deity beyond all praising! 
So, toward Olympus we’d transcend the sod
That on thy visage we’d then be gazing.

Cascading pastel ribbons like colored glass,
Translucent veils concealing and revealing—
Joined with waltzing strings and urban brass—
Assure us in the presence we’ll be kneeling.

Up the winding stairs we climb to chance
To meet the one who brings the Jollity.
A festive dais where we may drink and dance
And join the ruler of all polity.

Then Danae, Leda, and others who met him we recall—
And unobtrusively we tip-toe from the hall. 

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Saturday, May 20, 2017

DAY #45 - A Short Story from Mars


The Soldier's Wish
by Evelyn Held
  
It was my choice.  I walked away from quiet neighborhoods full of families going about everyday tasks, with everyday concerns about managing mortgages and raising families.  I have those concerns to, in my way.  But I also have others that they cannot even comprehend. I was no different from them once.

We used to romp together at the playground, concocting impossible adventures, or shooting hoops for hours that seemed like they could never end.  We dreamed about being grown up, wondered how to make a first date happen, survived classroom weekdays and lived for Saturday nights.  Somewhere, despite all those commonalities, I went a different way, and it changed me.

I wish I could say I knew it would.  Maybe I did in part.  I was inspired by honor, committed to service, compelled to loyalty.  As my curling childhood locks were shorn for the first time, I began to understand that the path of the warrior is different. It involved a suspension of self, a loss at times so powerful yet imperceptible at moments it shocks even now.  Discipline. Honor. Duty. There is no "Me" in that: only the dedication to service.

And there is death.  The unexpected relationship, the unseen member of our martial clan.  Death reviews strategy, drills earnestly, prepares for and joins the march - always unseen.  As we file off, rank upon rank, Death is there.  We never know exactly where or which. Then Death appears, in the smoke and conflagration, unexpectedly flanking, or even out of nowhere.  After a while, you come to know that the specter walks with you, every step, whether he hits your target, or the target of the other.

My family would like to understand, those that have never served.  They cannot, fully, and I cannot explain it to them. What they cannot comprehend they try to make up for in pride.  I know they are proud of me.  I feel their pride mixed in with their love like a soothing, curative balm that can never quite heal the scars I carry.  I know that they will never be healed, only adjusted to - absorbed.  I hope, with everything I am and everything I ever was, that they somehow begin to understand what my service - my sacrifice of self - really means.

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Friday, May 19, 2017

DAY #44 - Help from Mercury

I do love haiku, and I am so glad that several people have chosen the basic haiku form to share their impressions of the project.  It is in one respect, very easy; and in the other very hard.  

Here is another cycle from Seran, asking the assistance of the Winged Messenger.



My Message
a haiku cycle
by Seran Catseye

So much to be said
how shall I send my message
in all clarity

Intent flown on wings
inscribed on aged parchment
ensures protection

Help me Mercury
God of commerce and missives
deliver my truth

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Thursday, May 18, 2017

DAY #43 - Giving Venus a Break

We've been pretty tough on Venus, so far. Love can be incredibly controversial: it seems to promise so much, and we fully expect it to deliver.  But today I decided to contribute something of my own - giving the Goddess of Peace, as Holst renders her, a break.


This Day In Venus
by Caledonia Skytower

Not today, rider of the half-shell.
I will not rage at you
for favors unbestowed.

No remonstrance for loves
unrequited, or railing against
passions ever unrealized.

No finger-wagging at being
perpetual best friend, sister,
affectionate companion.

There will be no accusations
of wily falsehoods, nor promises
inferred or even implied.

It matters infinitesimally
if there has been deception.
Today that is meaningless.

Holst's haunting horns do not
beckon to anger, or regrets.
They soothe the soul.

Cello voices lead forward
among the roses, the soft colors,
and the wafting mists.

Violins invite me to linger,
observe the ripple of water,
release to the float of swans.

Woodwinds murmur of
the contours of sea shells,
and enticing iridescence.

Today I feel your amity,
need the solace you offer.
It settles over me gently.

No regrets.  No complaints.
Just the tingle of Peace.

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

DAY #42 - Asking "Why?" of Saturn

The Question: Saturn
a haiku cycle
by Seran Catseye
  
Why does it go up?
Ascending takes so much work.
Why can't life slide free?

It has a value
As precious as treasure.
A story as true.

That's why we invest,
toil, struggle up the steep slope.
Why we trudge onward.

To wave our arms up,
high up, and say with triumph
"this journey was mine."

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

LOOKEE HERE!

I landed on LEA 4 in the morning, a week or so ago to do my regular daily check of data and restart, when I saw there was someone else there. It's my rule to never restart when there's someone on the region unless the restart it critical.  Poetry of the Planets is a casual exploration that generates modest traffic, so I let the restart go for the day and began collecting data and submission notecards.

Well, it turns out the little yellow Minecraftian robot avatar who was present was not just exploring, he was recording.  He gets through all of the major points of the region at a Minecraft pace and in record time.  He probably missed some of the more discrete details, but that's totally okay.  Everybody to their own pace and meeting their own expectations. He clearly thought enough of it to record the experience, and that's cool.

Thank you Jaroslaw for, not only taking the time to explore Poetry of the Planets, but for also recording and sharing it!




Submissions of poetry and stories are still being accepted. The region remains open for exploration, and just hanging out through May 30th.
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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!