Looking For An Earth Girl

Not of this place
This space. This race.
A solar seeker hurtling past
Planets and the Pleiades.
Moving so fast. So far.
Leaving behind my dying star.
Looking and lost
In a never ending nebula
For an answer to the cosmos,
To the riddle of creation.
Weightless in gravity’s grip,
Hopeless in this explorer’s ship
That limps toward the Milky Way.
Finally I spied what was denied,
The center of it all.
My universe.

© Brandewulf 2018

22 comments

      1. No, Wulf. I assure you that poetry makes me very very stupid. The hamster inside my head runs around in circles desperately trying to understand the words but inevitably gets distracted by something shiny and then just lays down exhausted and mindlessly starts nibbling on corn on the cob. Yeah, like that. 🤷🏻‍♀️
        Oh, oh, I love the nacho flavoured ones. ‘Ranch’ in all forms can totally suck it. FYI.

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        1. Poetry is meant to be felt and then you make it your own. I’ve seen how so many poems have touched you. Therefor you are Einstein to me.

          got it…nachos flavored for nibbling in bed with the dreamer!!!

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