The Science Cafe was packed tonight for the lecture on the Hubble Space Telescope’s 25th year in operation and the audience was very appreciative of our poetry. I combined the prompt below with the presentation and came up with my final poem of April. Thanks for reading!
From the Poetic Asides blog:
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Bury the (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Some possible titles include: “Bury the Hatchet,” “Bury the Body,” “Bury the Past,” “Bury the Hate,” and “Bury the Acorns.”
Bury me with my Glasses
I earned my first pair of glasses
when I was thirteen.
The Hubble Space Telescope
got his at three.
Before I could see the blackboard.
After I could read the writing.
Imagine if my eyes
were the size of dinner plates!
Then I could gawk at the girl next door,
Andromeda, glimmering beautiful
in the autumn night.
Maybe with giant eyes and giant glasses,
I could confirm Einstein’s theory
of gravitational lensing
and watch supernovae ignite
long before the dinosaurs were born.
When I die,
bury me with my glasses.
No! Bury me at sea,
like the Hubble
and like him,
a far greater poet
will replace me.
I got mine at eight, and I struggled with phonetics and poetics and all things of the written ilk. But I’ve always been a big fan of the stars and physics and the way the world works. This was an excellent confessional poem. Thank you for sharing!
So glad to have found you on PAD. I look forward to your future posts and poetics.
Thanks! I’m glad you like it. I’ve been enjoying your work too.
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