Never arrived

The same stars
Hang in the same
Night sky;
Millennia unfold,
Still they abide;
Watching events
Unfold over time,
As they did then,
Making mockery
Of catastrophe
Among humans;
Sending out code,
Beacons of hope,
To Roman soldiers
That never arrived.

Reviews

[Eilis]

Your poem exemplifies the futility of existence as sometimes felt and portrayed. Some days hope is that beacon among the other cold lights in the distance but some days the beacons of hope that never arrive (to quote your words) do feel the prominent kin. One of my favorite genres of literature in my undergrad studies was the naturalist writers because of the way they grapple with these ideas. So, I did enjoy this, yes.

[Robert Haigh]

Yes, those stars abide come what may, while here on Earth things change day by day, and not always for the good!

[Maxwell Ryder]

Hat tip 🎩!!

[Ken e Bujold]

Really enjoyed the poem Maxwell. An interesting read made a great meal with the concluding couplet

ken

[Maxwell Ryder]

Wanted a couplet to square that destiny. Cheers, Ken