Sunday, March 28, 2021

Poetry Sunday


As the world gets warmer with the coming of spring and the promise of summer, here's a poem that reminds me of the pleasant evenings of youth, before all those adult responsibilities spoiled it all ...

Renaming the Planets 
by Bill Glose 

Backs on pier’s cool planks, fingers
intertwined, my girlfriend and I
gaze into forever as comets
tear open the sky, bright streaks
winking like distant fireflies.
Beyond them, a dwarf planet sulks
in its orbit. Einstein said nothing
could outrun physics’ laws;
even time must bend to fit its rules.
Yet scientists once declared Earth
center of our universe;
earlier still, that it was flat.
Evolution of what is certain
proves nothing is absolute,
not even a Rockwell scene
of young lovers beside
a lake, waiting for the future
to arrive from heaven.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming. 

Bilbo

1 comment:

Mike said...

"adult responsibilities" So many laying on the desk beside me while I browse the net.