Threatened with
wanting some softer, more
natural love
up there,
a leaf, in an alien sense
(a symbiont
leaf!) is
still closing on itself
Which isn't why at all
An alien's hope is to be freed
from an elitist rock
Anything closing
as smartly as its resistant curl
—alone in a parasitic Star—
weirdly visible,
with one eye set on warping need
only,
is bound to be mashed
The smart alecky, leafy way to
stay soft
up in space!
6 comments:
:-) very good tought Conrad!
see you my dear
Ciao, Laura!
E 'bello vederti qui. Grazie per le tue parole meravigliose
There were gays on Star Trek, probably multitudes of them, the only difference between now and the future, the mindset must be changed to quit singling people out because they are different, but learn to embrace diversity in our own race.
TJCIII,
I couldn't agree more. If my poem didn't in some significant fashion echo your views, then it failed.
I believe in space the mindset is likely to stay the same. The cynic in me.
Thanks for visiting. Your comments are appreciated.
Leafing is best
left to those longing
belonging to the other
falling mates...
Conrad, reading your poems so often tricks me into writing! Thank you!
In the words of one of Jackson Mac Low's "friendship" poems,
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou"
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