
Shunned
The Sun slowly fades /
as the Earth tilts toward the stars. /
A lover’s kiss shunned.
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Shunned
The Sun slowly fades /
as the Earth tilts toward the stars. /
A lover’s kiss shunned.
.
.
#sun #earth #fades #kiss #lover #stars #shunned #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #knoxville #davidebooker #september #wednesday #092822 #2022
Filed under 2022, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker

Tilt
Do you run like Mercury? /
Straight arrow to the end? /
Is you love like Venus? /
Head over heals to begin? /
Are you a quarter way over, /
Mars tilted into battle? /
Or are you Uranus, /
Cockeyed like a rattle? /
Jupiter tilts only slightly /
As the mighty often do. /
Saturn, Neptune, and Ol’ Earth /
Bend as if they’ve had a few, /
Hanging out with Mars, /
Swapping stories, one or two. /
All the planets have stories /
And each an angle of repose. /
That includes Pluto, to whom /
Some have turned up their collective nose.
Filed under 2021, Poetry by David E. Booker, solar system