Huge bodies of rock and fire,
hurdle through space on trajectory,
some are noted with the naked eye,
for it has been written in history.
Each loop of it’s path,
brings it closer to that day,
when the Earth shall be covered in dust,
and nothing can live that way.
Time plays in chambers,
the outcome is quite clear,
the past has proven all of this,
though no one wants to hear.
Author notes
3. Comets over the eyes space.
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. best of luck in the contest


