He was an Astronaut
drifting in space
looking for the stars and
some sign of life.
I, I was a dead planet
glowing with borrowed light
but shining all the same.
And he came to me
Like an explorer
In search of life.
But I was not Gaia,
Only rocks and pebbles
With a million years history
of dead surface.
He tried, I don’t blame,
But my carbon was not oxygen
And my silence was not life.
So he went back,
Leaving behind a flag
As a remnant of his landing
And I stayed here,
In my orbit
Waiting for another astronaut
Waiting for another flag.
Beautiful! The imagery is magnificent, you have so cleverly compared the different things showing your meaning perfectly. Really enjoyed this, I may use the idea to inspire a poem of my own if you don’t mind 😊
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Not at all… and thank you for the beautiful comment… Means a lot! 🙂
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Interesting
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glad that my poem could interest you!
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