it is a sphere
after Newfound Planets
i have discovered a planet
a peach bruise cloud scoots sweet along the sky
now visualise the starshine spatter like pastels
and a drop that drips
then drops again
and ‘piffs’ in the kiln baked apricot dust
sending up a whisper of dirt.
we have discovered a planet
it is a sphere of awful seas and glaciers that move…
…at their own pace. perhaps we will name it heartbeat
and if anything here has one, we will be amazed
Frances Macaulay Forde
Tue 24th Apr 2018 12:26
Perhaps a space between is all that's needed, Graham?
A new stanza often denotes a different standpoint, n'est pa?
I enjoyed your words, Stu.