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There are no poems in space,
you can’t alliterate around asteroids.
Onomatopoeia’s pusillanimous
in a scene where there is no sound.
Sonnets and cinquains
sink into Milky Way’s magnitude.
Villanelle becomes vile against
enormity of dead stars still burning
a billion light years on.
Couplets collapse into black holes,
leaving verse blank-faced,
banal,
plain and rhymeless.
There are no poems in space,
but,
you need space to find poems.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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