lassoed by the sun, bound to a glassy etheric plane
sending dusty whispers to the moon
of the unrequited love gravity will always bring
tonight her spark dared to ignite his knowing crescent grin
she had to try, after this moment passes things will never be the same
I like this image I found when looking for sunset photos (sunsets make me really happy). This one struck me because not only is it a nice sunset, but Venus and the moon are present in the heavy looking night sky. They meet often but right now they are closer than usual because of orbits and all that science-y stuff. Something about this photo made me feel this lovely energy, it awakened a little trickle of creativity. But when I got to writing, and then having to take care of other responsibilities the poem evolved, and then was chopped in half, and then it evolved again, and got chopped again (by the time I publish it may just be one or two words). Then I sort of gave up. What happened? Shit! Seriously, this creative process is challenging.
Venus, you inspire me, but only after dark.