Celestial Bodies
When the stars are loud,
there is no black sunshine –
only a black hole
that devours a star
and belches fire.
(This poem arose from a combination of three things: a line from Misty Skaggs’s June 4th poem, Jude McPherson’s pseudonym, and an article about black holes.)
I love everything about this!!
enjoyed your poems this month
the stars of poetry are loud
and, like me, belch
So good
powerful!
Super poem!