DAY #40: Has it Really Been Forty Days?

Yes it has.

Forty straight days since April 2nd.

Sixteen days to go till our Grand Finale Weekend with Jupiter's Ball and and the Poetry of the Planets Readings (to be announced shortly).

Twenty days until we fold up all the pixels on this particular project, and fade into the West.

That's the math of it.  Here's the poetry of it, for today.

Image courtesy of the Author

VIA Cassini

A Planetary Poem by Qwynn      

           (c) May 2017              

Hello this is Saturn

We run a tight ship here.

Tight ordered rings

Around our planet

That you dove through.

We felt you.

We don’t like ripples

In our being.

You are like the new kids

On the solar block,

Lobbing your playthings

Towards our planet.

Its not that you are

Uneducated. You know 

The effect butterfly wings

Have across space.

Time ripples

In causality.

And we do not like

The empty gap between,

Or pristine rings, disturbed

By curious neighbors

Propelling nuclear

Devices through

'Our' atmosphere.

The sound of our existence

Is audible, yes?!...and yet...

This is Saturn...and you are…

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Poems and stories (2000w or less) can be submitted at the drop boxes on LEA 4, or by emailing them to caledoniaskytower at g mail (dot) com. And YES, feel free to illustrate your submissions!

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