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Topic: Inspiration/Block (for the writer)( 05/20/10)
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Sun-Block | Writing Challenge By Beth LaBuff 05/25/10 |
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Upon a sunspot crater,
A colony of immigrants lived
Near the sun’s equator.
As former Saturn citizens,
They each possessed two brains,
A fore brain and an aft brain lived
Within each skull’s domain.
Sun energy that radiated
From a solar vortex,
Made inspiration flow and fill up
Each cerebral cortex.
The colonists were writers,
Each were stylized with their form,
The synergy between their brains—
A solar-powered brainstorm.
The mentor for their writing group,
And leading citizen,
Was Stella who wrote poetry
In her solarium.
She kept a sundog for a pet.
She called him Astral-Sol,
He ate moon pies and drank sun tea.
Before each evening stroll.
Each solar day began just like
The solar day before,
And solar energy infused
The sunspot writer’s core.
Until <i>that</i> day! — ‘Twas overcast,
The weather turned for worst,
The sun’s corona had a
Solar flare flare up and burst.
The solar flare disturbance
To the sunspot dweller’s brains
Impeded brain synapses and
Caused solar flare brain-sprains.
And inspiration ceased to flow,
An intellectual shock,
When residents upon the sun
Can’t write, it’s called <i>sun-block</i>.
And so severe the malady,
They called in a physician
Who ranked it, “<i>third-degree sun-block,
A non-lethal condition</i>.”
The solar lore recounted
How the colony declined,
“The worst instance of sun-block
For all of Solar-kind.”
The solar flares continued,
<i>Ergo</i>; Stella couldn’t write—
No currency for moon-pies
For her sundog’s snack at night.
“Each fore brain and each aft brain
Fought each other,” said the lore,
“Drove sunspot crater citizens
Quite wacko with <i>head-war</i>.”
Then much to everyone’s relief
And answer to their prayers,
A merchant starship orbited,
He came to ply his wares.
A peddler from Andromeda,
A dealer in space junk,
Wielded a flare-extinguisher
Pulled from a cargo trunk.
So Stella and the colonists
Used local currency,
They paid the man in <i>gamma rays</i>,
A sun commodity.
They utilized extinguishers
To end creative drought,
Once sprayed, the solar flares smoldered
Then sputtered and went out.
Without the flares the <i>sun-block</i> ceased
The cloudy skies departed.
The brain synapses recommenced,
Creativeness — jump-started.
Their fore brains and their aft brains
Were kicked into high gear.
Each writer produced volumes,
Had success in their careers.
Then Astral-Sol ate moon-pies,
Strolled a street called Sunnyside,
And every solar day that dawned
Was <i>Sunday</i> sunspot-wide.</center>
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