Writer's Island prompt: unlimited
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The thirteenth prompt for 2011 is “UNLIMITED”, inspired by this wonderful image from jaime lluch.
So consider the various meanings of the word, such as… • reaching to forever, • unrestricted, • unconfined, • boundless, • infinite, • vast, • without exception, • unconditional, • unconstrained, • unrestrained, • unfettered — let the word unlimited spark your muse… perhaps let the image above be your inspiration… or choose to go in your own direction with your piece this week. Just let yourself go with whatever it is that moves you to write.
I don't know the morality of using real people's names in a fictional matter in poetry. Anyway, none of the following implies a knowledge of the Edwin Hubble's personal life. He just happens to be the person who discovered that Andromeda was actually a separate galaxy.
At midnight, Edwin opens
his eyes on Mount Wilson and realizes that Grace
is receding from him.
Her affection is as variable as the Cepheid star that he pursues.
Now, that star signals to him.
It has barely cleared Mount Lookout, but it’s ready for tonight’s fitting.
One dress for Andromeda, a standard candle in length.
Grace sleeps five nanoseconds away in their shared bed;
M31 is two and a half million light years further,
but both are fleeing from him in a speed that is
measurable
he decides with satisfaction.
What can be measured can be contained--
in a marriage,
in a universe that will eventually fall into order.
The thirteenth prompt for 2011 is “UNLIMITED”, inspired by this wonderful image from jaime lluch.
So consider the various meanings of the word, such as… • reaching to forever, • unrestricted, • unconfined, • boundless, • infinite, • vast, • without exception, • unconditional, • unconstrained, • unrestrained, • unfettered — let the word unlimited spark your muse… perhaps let the image above be your inspiration… or choose to go in your own direction with your piece this week. Just let yourself go with whatever it is that moves you to write.
I don't know the morality of using real people's names in a fictional matter in poetry. Anyway, none of the following implies a knowledge of the Edwin Hubble's personal life. He just happens to be the person who discovered that Andromeda was actually a separate galaxy.
Hubble's Constant
At midnight, Edwin opens
his eyes on Mount Wilson and realizes that Grace
is receding from him.
Her affection is as variable as the Cepheid star that he pursues.
Now, that star signals to him.
It has barely cleared Mount Lookout, but it’s ready for tonight’s fitting.
One dress for Andromeda, a standard candle in length.
Grace sleeps five nanoseconds away in their shared bed;
M31 is two and a half million light years further,
but both are fleeing from him in a speed that is
measurable
he decides with satisfaction.
What can be measured can be contained--
in a marriage,
in a universe that will eventually fall into order.
