Across the sky, a brilliant glow,
as nature picks tonight to send
a message from a broken world,
reminding us that all things end.
Just like this rock, we've come so far,
achieving much since days of old;
but like our ceraunite guest,
our destiny can soon turn cold.
Will all our dreams come crashing down?
Is mankind just a shooting star?
A passing fad? A minor glitch?
A phantom blip on God's radar?
It's time we understood our place,
our only hope is this blue ball;
and if we mess it up we'll find
we're not so special after all.
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Author Notes
Today's word: ceraunite (n.) a meteorite.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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