by Chris Sorrenti
Forged of the same material, we race through time and space.
You, faster and faster around me, anxious to break free,
your pull growing stronger with each new orbit, yet still too young
to fully comprehend the forces in and around you;
atmosphere steadily forming, molten metal cooling,
mountains and valleys more prominent with each passing day.
How well you’ve learned to survive the occasional comet and asteroid;
mere shadows of what’s to come.
530 hits as of September 2020
Posted on 03/12/2015
Copyright © 2020 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/13/15 at 07:31 PM|
Family dynamics scientifically poetically expressed. Now that takes some doing! Brilliant photo to illustrate.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 03/16/15 at 06:43 PM|
In the style of phreaking and phishing? I guess family dynamics involve a degree of subversiveness, so perhaps that philosophy deserves a PHD? Meantime, I can readily equate adolescence with astrology...