Inspired by Jim.
My mind still whirling from the things I could write,
Maybe I will on another night.
The air is cool crisp and dry.
Looking keenly wondrously,
Up at our midnight sky.
Here in sunny Eastbourne,
The sun trap of the south.
I look towards the heaven's,
For the majesty of its wealth.
To be able to see the geminids
coming, Nothingness is all we got.
No matter how we strain our eyes,
There's only clouds no starry skies.
No tears falling from cloudy skies,
Only a dull listless night.
With no geminids or star's in sight,
Might as well go back to bed.
Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-12-14 at 01:28
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My mind still whirling from the things I could write,
Maybe I will on another night.
GEMINIDS
Here in wonderful winterland,The air is cool crisp and dry.
Looking keenly wondrously,
Up at our midnight sky.
Here in sunny Eastbourne,
The sun trap of the south.
I look towards the heaven's,
For the majesty of its wealth.
To be able to see the geminids
coming, Nothingness is all we got.
No matter how we strain our eyes,
There's only clouds no starry skies.
No tears falling from cloudy skies,
Only a dull listless night.
With no geminids or star's in sight,
Might as well go back to bed.
Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 44 times
Written on 2023-12-14 at 01:28
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