Orionids
The newscast reports it’s the
last few shreds of Halley’s Comet
skimming by us out of Orion,
but the earthbound poet
couldn’t care less if it’s really
Halley’s last gasp or if it’s some
micro-cosmic fecal matter, flushed
decades or lightyears ago, or
even if it’s just a bunch of
hopped-up hippies up on the
hill playing with sparklers.
All the ink-headed haikuist
really cares about is whether
the flashes will last, how long
the flashes will last, how long
before the last flash flashes,
and does he have to go home
once the comet dust settles,
the final flash is finished,
and the last sparkle sparks.
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RDP Saturday
~ Star Spangled ~
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Slightly Revised For
Poets And Storytellers United
~ Writers’ Pantry #77 ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Sadly we often mesmerised more with activity outside the Earth’s atmosphere rather that what happens on our own planet. Really we don’t deserve to be here.
I love the melancholy of the second verse, at the return to the everyday after the thrill of experiencing something otherworldly.
I enjoyed every brilliant word of this!
‘The hippies on the hill with sparklers made my day!
Full of expressions, but most sparkling for me is “ink-headed haikuist” … let’s hope those do not stop brightening the skies!!
that’s one resigned haikuist who sounds like he wants to resign ~
Only the poet asks the important questions. Love this Ron
I love this! May our flashes of brilliance, we ink-headed haikuists, shine on and on and on.
Amazing word play, sir! Ink-headed haikuist, write on!
Thanks for joining in with this sparkling splendour.
Sadly those ink-headed haikuists will be disappointed this year. Good thing they can always conjure up those images!