Planets for Poets

In days, millennia, in centuries, nights

To come, will poets think of you beside

The widened oceans?  In rock coves and bights

Will writers sing of your inflowing tide?

Will poets sing in depths, in time

Much deeper yet because in coasts unknown

To us, in eras of a nameless chime

There build for you a sonnet sequence throne?

Will villanelles of ambiguity

As meaningless and meaningful as seas,

Light lunar Seas of stone Tranquillity,

Each sing of you where poems last and freeze?

  Or will you disappear, a planet lost,

    So scientists must guess your holocaust?

~  Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Dec 17, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments