Shining Silver

 

The silver platforms of the beds

are shining brightly by the sun-rays

that penetrate through a window---

so brightly that the sleeping eyes

of our cosmonaut can't help themselves

but to open. Moments later the alarm

beeps and rattles and jolts his senses.

A proper and precisely timed rising.

He gets up, folds the sheets and joins

the breakfast area. He makes coffee

and grabs a few figs from a basket.

He sits down at a table and eats figs

while his coffee steams and cools.

The steamy strands of caffeinated air

brush his face and wisp into his breath.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

---Part 4---

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S74rW4rd's picture

What an interesting swerve. 

What an interesting swerve.  Here you focus on the mundane aspects---similar to those in our time and place---of the science fiction world you are composing for your readers.  This is a rather coy artistic strategy, very applaudable.  I like where you are going with this series.


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Slow metronome

I am grateful that you are following along.


bananas are the perfect food

for prostitues

S74rW4rd's picture

This series, and your Poetry,

This series, and your Poetry, compel that.  I am slow on the uptake at times, but I always try to catch up.


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