Captain’s Log,

Stardate 70797.4

For thirteen hours and twenty-four minutes,

we have tailed the cosmic trail

of the vandalizing devils

who dared damage our ship’s hyperdrive.

I stare out the glass and into the black

that seems to be the color of my mood.


The surrounding clusters of gas and rock,

stars, asteroids—

such maddening technicality—

are insistently scattered in our way.

My growing impatience covets an audience

with the supernova responsible.

Clean up after yourself, you haphazard accident!

The sudden impact of an asteroid fragment

sends a jarring quiver through the console.

I stumble, beating my head

against the mocking wall.

Curse this string of ill luck.

The ship enters familiar territory,

the constellations resembling

the drawings of my awed child self.

Fate, I know you despise me,

but I would like to know

how you designed countless sequences

from congeries of these burning pests.

I look up from my narrative just in time

to be half-blinded

by the enormous swirl of reflecting dust and gas,

arranged so deceptively

as something marvelous.

A commander steps to my side

with an update on the ship’s recovery

and a sudden knot in his tongue

as his eyes widen at the window’s display.

He is lost in admiration with the rest of the crew.

I wave a dismissive hand,

but as the footsteps fade,

I turn back to the cloud and address the authority of the stars once more.

You are curious things,

claiming to own control,

yet not half clever enough to create this.

A flash of ship darts across our view like a plunging comet,

and I hear faint assurances that there is no cause for alarm.

Under gritted teeth,

I swear I’ll catch the ravaging rogues

who forced me into this speed-reduced scenic route.

Or, perhaps…

I’ll thank them.

I find my eyes turned to my shoulder,

gazing as the galaxies fade along with my headache.

My destiny is destined against me,

but despite our mutual mistrust,

I can’t help but reason

that even though it seems as if the stars rule the universe,

they are far too intricate to have established themselves.

This storm of a world

is the work of Someone greater.

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Cindy Green is a Canadian homeschool student who wants to live in a world where rain is colorful and mint chocolate chip ice cream is acceptable for daily consumption. But she is contented to live in one where dogs exist, fireworks are a regular occurrence, and trees are climbable objects. She began scribbling out fiction and keeping a journal at around age seven, and last she checked, hasn’t stopped. Aside from obsessing over the arrangement of words and fantasizing about maple-syrup-coated beavertails, Cindy spends her time playing piano, looking at pictures of outer space, loudly singing along to music, exploring the dictionary, attempting Highland dancing, and reading. She hopes to someday publish a book of her own, learn to skateboard without getting scraped, and witness the aurora borealis in the Yukon. Most of all, she wants to live her life colorfully and passionately for the glory of a good God and to point to her Creator as the source of all joy.
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  1. Oh I love this!! Well done! I like the uniqueness, like, usually poetry is full of nature and trees and rivers (though I do know stars fall in this category), but this is more of a futuristic piece, which I find quite different from a lot that I’ve read. *enthusiastic clapping* Good job!

  2. Wow! I never would’ve thought someone could write a sci-fi poem! You did a great job, I especially like how you ended it. May this poem live long and prosper! 😉

    • It always makes me happy if people think I’ve done the unexpected 🙂 I believe in boldly writing what no one has written before. Thank you very much for your encouragement! 🙂

  3. This is awesome sauce Cindy! I love the Captain’s voice (I’m not sure if you usually refer to poetry as having a voice, but this poem has one and it’s fantastic 🙂 ). And how you manage to pull it all together to such a beautiful conclusion….I just can’t handle it. 🙂

  4. Oooooooh… I LOVE IT. So unique. Very well done, Cindy.

  5. Wow… this is… really wow. A sci-fi poem! Fantastic!

  6. Ooh yes. So much sci-fi epicness. *flails*

  7. I love your unique setting and the lacy poetry tag on the high-tech background and the beautiful Star Trek-esque eagerness to explore creation. And everything, actually. *pats myself on the back for telling you to write a spacey poem*

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