because it’s sparse
a ring of dark
we just can’t
(black dust
in blackness
streaming off)
immersed you’d see
a swarm of moons
a whole spectrum
all the way down
to debris
Found poem from this NPR article about Saturn’s biggest ring.
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such a cool piece and i love that you found this poem
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Thanks, Angie. I feel there might be many poems lurking in that fun article. 🙂
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You’ve made a mysterious poem out of a mind-boggling article. I think you’re right, there are probably more nuggets in there!
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Mmm. The notion of not being able to see black on black evokes an undefinable presence. This really works so well. So mysterious.
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Love that you sourced this from such a fascinating subject! Also love the swarm of moons 🙂 Just lovely, in a deep, dark, infinitesimal space kind of way.
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a swarm of moons. ***
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