Space, the lines on the paper
These are the scribbles of the Night Owl Poet
Her never-ending mission
To explore strange new words
To seek out new verse
And new split-infinitives
To boldly go where no poet has gone before

(Cue bizarre sounding music)

I fly through words, origins unknown
As I wander around my place
I’ve tried to use them all, you see
But they clutter up my space

Tossing papers, crumpled wads
Leaving poems, quite unfinished
I’d rather watch the stars go by
As my thoughts have now diminished

I need to leave this planet, Earth
Find a home, where I can survive
Then I can write, about the night
I landed, on Ceti Alpha Five!

April Writing Prompt:  This…is Ceti Alpha Five – Day 22/30

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