
What a comment on the shambles and shame of the modern world when what you think to be a star in the sky turns out to be merely a plane.
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
This just makes me ill your name is dripping from my pen
As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
T. S. Eliot
I saw two shooting stars last night,
ReplyDeleteI wished on them,
but they were only satellites;
Its wrong to wish on space hardware
i wish, i wish, i wish you'd care.
-A New England
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Stars grow dimmer ever with the light
ReplyDeleteGushed from humanity’s increasing blight –
Sparkling cities, houses lit, headlights ripping through the night.
The clouds themselves, no longer dark,
Reflect the artificial day
Of man’s creation
Now even bats and swallows see the silent prey
Just echoes would reveal ‘ere “civilization.”
It's modern trickery -- to think for a moment that you're gazing at a billion-year-old star, just as all of our ancestors must've seen -- but no, it's just new technology...And not even a UFO at that!
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