A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course).
Thank you, Allan Charles. I've contested the Charlie Chaplin thing a couple of times, won once, if I remember correctly. But it's the kind of thing I try when bored and have nothing better to do - just doesn't seem to have happened lately.
Must be terrible to be a sun
to spend all that time collecting dust
spinning in space and sucking in matter
having the gravity to squeeze one’s soul
totting up numbers astronomical
getting hot in the face with all that care
setting the spark to the burdened heart
and bursting into life and sight
incandescent and bright with hope
calling the children to gather round
weaving your stories of orbit and flight
caressing the dark with infinite light
aflame with creation and conflagration
and then in the height of blazing existence
to know that you’re just another pinprick
insignificant star in a cast innumerable.
Line count: 16
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 42 2024
Prompt: Sun.
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