STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 10

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

 

scanning for beacons
[I] found the wrong
star.
Far, too far
north.

The river[s]
range[d]
over [and] out of
line.

Up
the blast[ed]
far side

Tumb[ling]
suddenly

Realiz[ing]
I had let
myself [go astray]

The way, [I] had
[been] warned,
[was easy to lose]

Not permanently.
I think,
I wanted.

 

I saw the word 'scanning' and 'star' and it made me think of navigation by stars. Then I saw 'wrong' and the idea to make the poem about being waylaid just fell together
I saw the word ‘scanning’ and ‘star’ and it made me think of navigation by stars. Then I saw ‘wrong’ and the idea to make the poem about being waylaid just fell together

Author: falselogic

Doesn’t mix well with polite company; his two favorite topics being politics and religion. Would rather be out cycling, swimming, running, or camping. Misspent his youth reading genre-fiction; today, he is making up for it by reading large quantities of non-fiction literature. The fact that truth, in every way, is more fascinating than fiction still tickles him.