Grievin' Keel

I know it's a cop out, but some of these busy days are hard to even begin the effort. Here's another image poem:

“Plummet” based on the image of a falling star

These are the days

I feel like Lucifer

hurled forth from the right hand

to boiling pits of thick tar

festering in searing ooze

wings caked in magma

the fallen star of God’s Grace

crushed by the pressure

of man in a swirling

metal core. Left to

contemplate the veins

that spider my eyelids

and where they went wrong.

I was the shining semblance.

I was brilliance incarnate.

I was airy light and a

dancer on cosmic radiation.

Now I am all solid,

an eyeless cavern slug,

feeling in the dark inch

by inch into the vastness.

Haiku of the Day:

Careening through clouds

the wide-eyed martians brace for

watery impact

Today's Drawing (done in silence in memory of a lost childhood hero)

Today's "365" Project (Make something with something you have many of)
"Clippy Way"