I do not write much Sci-Fi themed poetry although I am a huge fan of the genre.
If you were to examine my collection of books, you would find a striking disparity between the amount of poetry and literature as compared to the amount of Sci-Fi and fantasy… I cannot resist the imagination and escape of it all.
This poem came to me with this image. I could not stop staring at this person sitting on this snowy, starry, airless outcrop. What the heck are they staring at? What could they be thinking?
Et voilà! A poem is birthed.
And while the setting is clearly some far-flung place in the Universe, I do hope you find some connection to the more emotional, metaphysical ideas, too.
Please let me know what you think in the Comments section below.
-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘
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eyes grow heavy
eyes grow heavy ‘long the snow-blown
palisades that rise for miles above
the colony, itself nestled deep in
its twinkling wintry caldera
here, at the summit, the chimera
of gravity reveals its illusion,
its false existence, a simple shove
could launch me into the unknown
this Icarus could at last fly
into the arms of the ever-night
no chastening star to melt my wings
my inertia my eternity
such fate resigned with certainty
all my gauges red and alarming
too far, too fast, this manmade plight
my oxygen in dire supply
surrendered to the void, i rise,
all the while, the wonders of
entropy fill my awestruck eyes…