30 Day Poetry Challenge - Day Six

Day Six - Write a poem from Mars. Describe ordinary things in unfamiliar ways,
as through the eyes of someone from another planet unfamiliar with our culture/objects/emotions.

Five Day Martian Forecast

What is this thing they call snow?

I’ve heard stories; they’ve piqued

      my interest…

Cold, wet feathers, soft and delicate,

Tumbling down from overcast skies

In a gently winding freefalling dance

To melt upon raw, rosy cheeks…

It sounds like an impossible dream.

All I ever know are the Martian wastes;

A barren, desert, sepia tone hell

Of blowing, whipping, ripping sand.

Harshly chafing, windy shards;

Course, dry, progenitor of glass,

Showering me in granulated torment…

I long for an eternal December,

A scene out of my crisp, white fantasies…

To lie upon a soothing mattress

Of thick, pearly fluff

And let those damned Martian deserts

Seep forever from my soul.

 

The Sandbox

The Sandbox

I plant myself in the sand

And build existence on the beaches

As the shimmering spray

Scintillates my spirited mind.

I bury my fingers in the coarse soup

I knead it; I meld with it;

I scoop it up in my busy fists

And pound it into glorious creation.

A sparkling new universe

At my fidgety fingertips…

A realm of infinite possibilities.

My grand experiment; my pride and joy;

The product of my godly mind;

My wonder to behold

Until the tides of time come crashing in

To wash my canvas blank…

And then my games begin again.