Some more changes to the poem. Hope you still like it.
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Pale Blue Dot
‘Earth is the right place for love’
Robert Frost
Four billion miles out
On the edge.
A camera turns
Refocuses robotic lenses
On this dust mote afloat
In a beam of distant sunlight.
Held by a solar thread
Remote and alone
Shrouded in giant darkness.
A self-portrait.
This speck of fertile rock
Like a grain of sand
Suspended in cosmic sea
The fragile petals
Of a wild flower, slowly unfurling.
No one is coming.
It is up to us.
© David Loffman
Poetry thoughts and ideas. What I'm reading, what I'm writing and the bits of my life that fall in between
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Earth from the Dark Side of Saturn
Here is another photograph taken from the outer Solar System.
To the left just beyond the bright inner rings is a faint blue dot at about 10 O'clock.
The dot is Earth.
To the left just beyond the bright inner rings is a faint blue dot at about 10 O'clock.
The dot is Earth.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Pale Blue Dot
Pale Blue Dot
Four billion miles out
On the edge.
A camera turns
In deep space to face home.
Refocus robotic lenses
On this dust mote floating
In a beam of distant sunlight, drifting.
Remote and alone
Shrouded in giant darkness.
This speck of rock
Like a grain of sand
Suspended in a cosmic sea
Is home.
No one is coming to rescue us.
It is up to us.
© David Loffman
16 September 2007
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pale_blue_dot
Four billion miles out
On the edge.
A camera turns
In deep space to face home.
Refocus robotic lenses
On this dust mote floating
In a beam of distant sunlight, drifting.
Remote and alone
Shrouded in giant darkness.
This speck of rock
Like a grain of sand
Suspended in a cosmic sea
Is home.
No one is coming to rescue us.
It is up to us.
© David Loffman
16 September 2007
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pale_blue_dot