Orbiting in distant darkness
like a snowball thrown by God,
comet goes its route unchanging.
Till one day, attracted sunward
it lets go its hold on sky,
plummets towards the inner planets.
Boiling ice pours into vacuum.
Shrinking, burning, comet leaves a
twisted trail of glitter-dust
laid across the vault of sky.
See it pass with mad hair streaming,
seeking final dissolution,
blazing in the sun’s embrace—
like a soul approaching God
through the empty halls of sky.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Comet In The Sky
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
trochaic
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