When Pluto was a planet
You cleared your neighbourhood
Scooped all the negativity
Flung it to far reaches
You spun in your orbit
So well rounded.
We wanted to come along
But your journey is long
and oh, so cold.
Where you are looking
impacts what you see.
I’m looking at you.
You’re not looking at me.
Now Pluto’s a dwarf planetoid
because it doesn’t bring friends
on its journey,
like staying along is what a
far out, cold planet wants.
Remember when Pluto was a planet
and there was a we.
poem-cold memories January 16, 2024
Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:17 pm
Tags: alliteration, apostrophe, assonance, consonance, metaphor, Pluto, poem, poeom, poetry, repetition, rhyme
Tags: alliteration, apostrophe, assonance, consonance, metaphor, Pluto, poem, poeom, poetry, repetition, rhyme
