Song of a Space Cadet

I take joy seriously.

A friend observed

my aspect is prone to comicalness.

Someone with less kind intent,

compared me to snow,

knowing full well I dislike cold.

I think I surprised her

with how quickly I am able

 to go to frostiness.

Laughter nourishes me.

Do you think I’d deny myself

when I am hungry,

just to suit another’s expectations?

Please.

Sometimes it takes work to find

a bit of laughter

that will keep me feeling well fed,

but any carnivore worth its teeth

understands that’s just part of the hunt.

So no, I’m not interested in being tethered down

by someone else’s idea of proper gravity.

I’m happy flying in my own orbit,

touching the rings of distant worlds,

and curling up in a star’s embrace. 

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Song Choice: Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

This poem was inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Equinox Edition, where we had to work in three of the following words: 

gravity, friend, able, serious, hungry, touch, work, aspect, nourish (I got them all! Woot!)

Shinrin-yoku

I turn off paved road onto gravel, cruising down the one lane road until I reach the parking lot. Every season is a marvel to behold, but there is something magical about the early days of spring. The buds have just birthed green leaves, with spring beauties and trout lilies heralding the arrival of steadily warmer days. Five steps into the preserve, I breathe in the scent of the trees around me. Fifty steps in, the tense spot between my shoulder blades caused by too much time spent hunched over a screen loosens. Five hundred steps in, with the noise of the streets left far behind the chorus of insects and birds, immersed in a chapel of trees, the light in my eyes testifies to the contentment of my soul.

In the forest’s peace

I am cleansed of pollution

and baptized by green.

Song Choice: Return to Innocence by Enigma

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at A Dash of Sunny's Prompt Nights: When Besotted by Green

Triad

I remember being small,

and led to believe

reality and perfection came in twos.

Twos are easiest.

When everything is a binary,

there isn’t time wasted in questioning.

Yet my eyes are drawn to asymmetry

and the unexpected beauty of three.

Where two topples, three fortifies.

There’s a grace to three.

Stability wedded to balance wedded to form,

creates a sublime alchemy.

Three is the dance between souls,

and the stars that guide me when I am lost.

Three is home.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Song Choice: Three is a Magic Number

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Kerry Says Let's Count With Our Fingers. Hop on over for more great poetry.