It's a data problem, where side-by-side
the compact space between a fingernail
its cluster of matrices and beds
and things like the Pacific Ocean
(or Kansas, or I-10, or the realization
your kids will toddle and go on dates,
get married and keep on living)
is 6 billion kilometers too big
for "Pale Blue Dot." Voyager looked back,
drones fill the sky, and I consider
scope—oceanic cavities flipped
upside-down, their towering depths
flooding lungs with whale songs
each time a Martian rover lands.
1 comment:
Way to pull my dinosaur out of its lethargy and make it strain just so I can comment...my subscription suddenly reasserting itself, I was flabbergasted to see this unrhymed couplet piece parading as the latest post under "..sonnets".
I want to put my hands on my hips and chide you, asking how you'll justify this piece that, had it been posted elsewhere, I would never have countenanced as even remotely related to a sonnet. However I figure your excuse will manage to seem acceptable as you'll probably explain its the latest in your experiments, your indepth study of the form itself eliminating any need to follow rules by dint of some vague appearance that there never were set rules. And I'll wring my hands and have to suck my thumb.
"My fellow sonneteer in this challenge..." I love to say, and you are forever endeared thereby.
It is not even pentametre...it's posted as couplets, doesn't rhyme and, and, and...I fail to see how it can possibly classify as a sonnet. Even Main could not have acknowledged it. Or?
Lovely otherwise with great imagery.
See you around!
Jenny
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