Alien Worlds

Alien Worlds – Part 1

Smelling of rust and something coppery

this hard floor awoke me, chilled through.

My hands reached, and failed to find

a single thing organic, besides myself.

 

Smelling of oil and something mechanical

this world hums, vibrates to the marrow.

My ears searched, and heard no voices

no single human sound, besides my own.

 

Smelling antiseptic and perfectly clean

this creature studies me from LED eyes.

My eyes search for an iris and saw none

no single face alive, but my own reflected.

 

Smelling something alive, and fear-filled

I am brought to the ‘human life sanctuary’.

My heart searches for soul, and finds none

no one here is willing to be alive, only to live.

 

Alien Worlds Part II

“You really live THERE?” a question incredulous.

You mean HERE?  With a 180 sky arching overhead.

You mean HERE?  With the living things, alive.

You mean HERE? With dirt roads and barbed wire?

 

“You really live THERE?” a question, envious.

You mean HERE?  Flowers a living riot, cheered by bees.

You mean HERE?  Stars and northern lights overhead.

You mean HERE?  No person to see unless sought.

 

You really live THERE?” a question, disgusted.

You mean HERE?  Not sanitary nor antiseptic.

You mean HERE?  Unpaved, ungroomed and wild.

You mean HERE?  Celebrating birth in blood and tears.

 

“You really LIVE there?” the question, satisifed.

We LIVE here!  Some wild, some tame – all balanced.

We LIVE here!  Vibrantly, actively and hard too.

We LIVE here!  Alien to your tame paved world.

 

“You really live there?” a question, ending in a sigh.

We live here, with thankful hearts and calloused hands.

We live here, hard times and easy times and between.

We live here, this strange farming world, we truly do.

 

For dVerse, a challenging poetic prompt to create an alien world in poetry.  The passing of the great Ray Bradbury has left a sci fi void which may never be filled.  My attempts, both sci fi and real life are here.  Be sure to stop by and see who else is sharing their alien worlds at dVerse today.  And for those who are wondering, yes farming can seem an alien world – the joy of being covered in afterbirth because the calf lived, the sweeping of hands over swollen heads of grain and admiring a storm swept prairie sky.  There is nothing like it in the world, and if you don’t know it it can be very alien! 🙂

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15 Comments

  1. claudia said,

    June 7, 2012 at 8:16 pm

    my uncle had a farm and i used to spend all my holidays there…loved to spend time in the cow stable and loved to “help” when the cows gave birth..magical moments, helped to rub that calf dry with straw afterwards…and yep…your poem brought back lots of memories..it’s not an easy life, one truly has to love it and seems you do, just like my uncle..smiles

    • shanyns said,

      June 8, 2012 at 11:05 pm

      Claudia – it is magical when calves are born! So glad you got to enjoy that. So pleased that you enjoyed the poem and the good memories it brought for you. We do love it. Does your uncle still farm?

  2. leahJlynn said,

    June 7, 2012 at 9:23 pm

    really worth the read, I was impressed when i read this. To think you came up with two stories that flow so well in one. Good use of the prompt

    • shanyns said,

      June 8, 2012 at 11:06 pm

      Leah – thank you! So pleased you enjoyed the poems, and am very happy you stopped by.

  3. brian miller said,

    June 7, 2012 at 10:09 pm

    oh this is delicious shanyn…loved every bit of it….really great descriptions in the opening putting us right there…no one here is willing to be alive, only live….hot close on that first part…real effective use of the questions in the second….excellent ma’am

    • shanyns said,

      June 8, 2012 at 11:07 pm

      Brian 😀 Thanks my friend! Or should I say, “thank you sir”? Really happy you enjoyed both poems, and it is always super when you stop by.

  4. June 7, 2012 at 10:24 pm

    Wow… Yes, ditto on loving this read!
    Excellent!

  5. June 7, 2012 at 11:52 pm

    Wow…I love this. I grew up in a farming community. It is certainly alien to the big city where I now reside….I miss it!

    • shanyns said,

      June 8, 2012 at 11:08 pm

      Susie – how do you do it? I tried city and town and just have to be a country girl! So glad you enjoyed the poem and good luck with the aliens! 😉

  6. rosemary mint said,

    June 8, 2012 at 12:03 am

    Very creative take on the prompt. This line grabbed me: “no one here is willing to be alive”

  7. whimsygizmo said,

    June 8, 2012 at 10:42 pm

    Love this, especially: “flowers a living riot, cheered by bees.”

  8. Chazinator said,

    June 8, 2012 at 10:43 pm

    Hey, this is really wonderful. I do know at least some of what you write here, though only as a child until I was 15 and only in the summers. But I get what you mean and it comes thru as real, entrancing, and very true. That we can imagine our very common world in such alien terms says so much about humans and their ability to imagine so much possibility in what is familiar and too often taken for granted. The second part of your poem was very effective, I though, listing all those things that make farm life so alien to us city slickers! Thank you for coming and sharing this poem, which I enjoyed so much.

  9. zongrik said,

    June 10, 2012 at 6:49 pm

    i grew up in the city, and the farm is not alien to me but exotic

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