Home

When the moon's rise illuminates the dark,

The aspiring gawks from earthly folk 

Are held higher than the minerals arc 

And moo exalt'd than the mantel's stroke. 

 f'r saturn's slick rings art ev'r so lov'd 

Like the writers exchang'd when the love shines. 

Ov'r pluto's enigma, fame is shoved; 

Like the forceful feelings from k-nine signs. 

Yet all the sparks of gas and dust surround, 

From the corse which bears our native hope. 

As the pulsing swoosh of the oceans sound, 

Leaves nay man 'r creature left sad to mope. 

And as the heavens above sparkle bright, 

The magnetic force she bears pulls us tight

Reviews

[Rana]

A beautifully astronomical sonnet, I love the choice of words. My favorite lines would be:
"Yet all the sparks of gas and dust surround,
From the corse which bears our native hope. "
Great job :)

[Joey Calvo]

Thank you so much! And those are the two lines that I came up with first, funny enough

[Philip Muls]

It has a magical ring to it. Intriguing.