Pluto

Pluto

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

Neptune only lives
in the outer reaches of
the solar system.

Pluto demoted,
downgraded into some kind
of revolving rock.

A dark mass floating
lonely and silently as
comet detritus.

The underworld king,
bored, angry, solitary,
apt connotation.

This is the human
connotation as well, lost
and alone out there.

Enigmas we are,
stone heads on Easter Island
awaiting answers.

We are star pieces,
and the natural forces
went to work from there.

Yet, those strong forces
are unkind, indifferent
and can be quite cruel.

Offspring are nurtured
into a maturity
that is named evil.

Able to be good,
because evolution did
not pull us under.

Under fully that
is, yet we remember the
bad before the good.

Love coexists with
hate, as Uranus lives with
Neptune way out there.

Among sister worlds,
we are not alone because
the porridge is fine.

Just right, as the girl
Goldilocks said right before
the three bears came home.

But life eludes our
telescopic powers of
observance always.

So we remain by
ourselves, alone floating out
there like cosmic dust.

Our delusions are
simply nothing, just like the
surface of Pluto.


© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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A wonderous vista of the gaps of isolation, filled in with the debris of promises that cultivates its own field of play and enthusiasm in a cold unborn mind wondering about itself. What an incredible beginning, when elements met elements, formed bonds and raised the tech life with the metals of ionization. Then grew to put on more of itself. Something that came out of nothing. We have never been able to live it down. An inspired piece of writing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Thought:

God made us so we could make Him and then we "changed" our mind set and became Creators and redefined our own existence and home that isn't.

And we don't even wonder about the why's we have to exist under anymore... we are so busy trying to catch up to other's expectations and directions. Sigh.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the visuals and messages. I am a telescope junkie.. Remaining alone while we gaze past what is right in front of our eyes. Brilliant poem sir!!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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