I Once Met a Female, Arcturus

I once met a female, Arcturus.
A pilgrim from Earth – just a tourist.
She rode in on a luminous cloud
with a bellowing Roar. It was Loud.

I watched as she sailed the Milky Way.
A river of stars beneath her lay.
Flapping her wings, she stopped in midflight.
She bowed to Chiron ~ Hero of Night.

Mercury, most favored by the Sun,
was doing the quick step - having fun.
Rising to every occasion ~
just part of a greater equation.

I saw her wander like a gypsy
tilting right and left ~ was she tipsy?
Gazing at the moon, she whet her lips.
Nectar of the gods! She soars then dips.

She landed on the Moon and smiled.
Ode to Joy! Suddenly beguiled.
Beethoven play on! She closed her eyes ~
her wings conducting, I heard her sighs.

She walked to that Sea ~ Tranquility.
Stopped short, a look of futility.
“I’m thirsty but where is the water?”
“They tricked me. Oh, why even bother!”

But after a long moment or two
she breathed in such an Indigo Blue.
As Jupiter and Venus burned Bright
I heard her whisper: “Oh Divine Night!”

I saw the female breathe out fire ~
a dragon’s quenching of desire.
What a sound ~ fierce flapping of those wings!
Upward Onward to sweet Saturn’s rings!

Hauntingly lovely music she heard.
Hot tears streaming, she spoke not a word.
The dragon’s heart leaped into her throat.
“Mon Dieu”, she thought, embracing each note.

The music became an Indigo Blue.
“Shades of Debussy ~ oh ~ what a hue!”
Mars could be heard preparing for war ~
contrasting Universe - to its core!

Coldest, wind-sweeping swirley ice world
Her most surreal senses unfurled.
I heard her Wheeeeee resounding through space.
Echo of life’s sheer, pristine grace.

She skated around that glistening ice.
She danced, she twirled and ~ Oh ~ what a sight!
Her face was aglow with such rapture
that no artist’s canvas could capture.

A dragon romancing Saturn’s rings.
Sky diamonds keep watch and Titan sings.
Sweet Saturn afloat in his glory
will never forget their Love Story.

How soft, how lovely ~ that cool, pale blue
Uranus and Neptune ~ morning sky view.
Like starry soul brothers in the night ~
a dragon’s feast ~ breathtaking delight.

Farther than dragon eyes could see
she thought of poor Pluto’s misery.
To many minds, just a castaway
“Cheer up, mon cher, you may have your day.”

Though ice and rock your composition
a stunning comet your transition.
A glorious force hurling through space
a Light god showing his Misty face.

The female held a look in her eyes
not even a dragon could disguise.
“I’m so lonely. Oh, how I miss Earth
Home of my Heart, Deep Space of my birth.”

And so Arcturus began her flight
sailing through darkness, touching the light.
The Silence at times was so eerie.
Dark matter consumed her. “I’m weary.”

The she dragon stopped and stared in awe.
Could words describe what this being saw?
A beautiful World which We All share.
Can you imagine? Are you aware?

Earth, veiled in twilight, circling around.
The female touched down and kissed the ground.
Later, she thought of that starry dome.
Curled up in her cave, she murmured “Home”.

/Rode? :slight_smile:

Reminds me of your dream from a while back. :slight_smile:

Also wet, not whet - but why quibble?

Rhyme scheme excellent; meter consistent; content and intent clearly expressed.
Another thing I look for in a poem is cadence: how well it would read aloud. This one sounds fine.

:blush:
Thanks for that. I do know the difference. Corrected.
What dream?

the one you posted a while back

sometimes the artist/poet can just have impressions, without there necessarily being anything in specific though. :slight_smile:

I posted two dreams quite recently - the first my making out with the priest in the sanctuary of the church and the second, the one where I plunged the knife 3 times into the evil man’s chest I think it was. Neither was simply an impression.

When it comes to dreaming, sometimes all there is are impressions, no matter who we are. It’s up to us to try to bring the impressions clarity.

The poem is not as abrupt, certainly in my mind.

Often the objects and events in dreams aren’t what they are telling us, so one needs to read poetry at the deeper level. If you had painted a picture, even though you have what you think it is in your mind, you would expect observers to see it in the eye of the beholder.

The tipsy gypsy was kinda hot lol

Who tricked Arcturus?

Did anything happen to her on her wondrous journey? the poem reads drama without stating its cause, or is that the whole point doh. :slight_smile:

_

Ah, geez, you’re right. :blush: Again, I know the difference. In this case, I do value the quibbling. How could I have missed those things?
I try to be so impeccable with words… :blush: I love the word “whet”.

But then again, maybe in this case, it is optional. Perhaps by “wetting” my lips, I also “whet” my lips. I can’t honestly say what was in my mind when I used that terminology but I think it still goes. “Whetting” stimulates appetite.

I think that the jury is still out for me here. I’ll think about it.

I always “listen” to how the lines flow. A few lines were not perfect even though each line was 9 syllable. Not sure why.

But anyway, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :laughing:
Thank you humunculus.

How are you using the word “abrupt” here?

You’re correct. They aren’t.
I think that, for the most part though, I wasn’t trying to necessarily “give” any meaning. But people will derive the meaning from what’s a part of their own psyche. But then again, maybe I was trying to give meaning and to inspire though that might seem more than a bit arrogant to say. I’m always trying to “say” something in a poem. Aren’t we all?

:laughing: No one actually tricked Arcturus. I was just trying to be funny there - maybe a play on words. The trick from the dragon’s mind though was as a result of the Sea of Tranquility being named Sea. Arcturus was thirsty and she thought that the Sea of T actually had water for her to drink from. She was really upset and disappointed when she discovered it was dry - no water…but she got over it. I suppose that she eventually learned that names too can be deceiving.

Your take on the meaning of your dreams was abrupt and to the point, whereas the poem is succinct.

Of course.

So emotions = water, she dreamt of an ocean being a watery base she could refresh herself in, only to find out that she could not find comfort in the essential feminine emotional base. In male terms; no man is an island? the plot thickens! :slight_smile:

_

amorphos,

You seem to be confusing my dream with my poem here. They are two entirely different things. :mrgreen:

The poem wasn’t a dream to the dragon. It’s something that actually happened, inasmuch as something could happen in this kind of a poem. Yes, water is a metaphor for emotions but when I wrote the poem, as much as I can know, there wasn’t any connection between the lack of water in THAT Sea and any unconscious emotions I might have. But I do realize what you’re trying to say here.

The dragon was just thirsty after having journeyed thus far. :laughing: Maybe you need to consider why you’re focused on that. :stuck_out_tongue: I’m only kidding.

Ah i’ll never understand women’s logic, it makes so much simple sense that there is little left to ponder. Yet i’ll reiterate that the magic in poetry, storytelling and art is in everything but what meets the eye. :slight_smile:

stubborn aren’t you :stuck_out_tongue: