The Science of Poetry

When Spheres Intersect

Night twirls in its hand
a bouquet of brittle stars.
Petals fall to earth
aflame with heaven
and scorch the sky,
illumine our faces
as if day,
then crater earth.

The hard iron
of fact
blows down trees
for miles.

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6 thoughts on “The Science of Poetry

  1. I love the fragility of

    ‘a bouquet of brittle stars.’

    and the power of

    ‘The hard iron
    of fact
    blows down trees
    for miles.’

    great write Matt!

    ~lily

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