The starship, a silver needle of light
falling endlessly through the prism
of infinity, sails serenely on the tide
of cosmic momentum, its human crew
long since dead, its mission forgotten.
For eons it has drifted between
island galaxies; across glittering
star fields and shining nebulae,
through swirling clouds of dust and gas -
an impotent angel, a deceased nomad.
What worlds has it seen, this lonely
wanderer, this messenger with nothing
more to say? We will never know
if it ever touched alien soil
or touched alien minds...we will never know.
A contest entry
- My first "rounds" contest... by islekine.
460 points, ended June 14, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Love this! Thanks so much for entering!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on and on!
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Bill, I am wondering why the contraction in the title and not in the poem (twice), or vice versa?
Thought-provoking as ever.
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touched alien minds... sounds squishy.
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Hm... I want to know
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