Whenever I enter the shopping centre in Weston Super Mare (which god knows is depressing in itself they play 'Road To Nowhere' (Talking Heads) )..you have penned a far weightier and wiser version..although trinkets..hmm..can be fun and they do sparkle near heat..
Old Egg, I was just talking to a friend today about the trips to Mars, and I wonder why? Who wants to do? This poem brought that subject to mind profoundly.
very nice I really like those last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThat last line sounds like a nail in the coffin.
ReplyDeleteThe last line is a killer.
ReplyDeleteOften we know not what we do....
ReplyDeleteLove the metaphor with planets....we're missing the points - prison ship in nowhere - one line poem by itself...
ReplyDeleteProfoundly at variance with your usual, and very good indeed. I too like your last line.
ReplyDeleteThat first bit didn't read right - your usual is good too!
ReplyDeleteWhenever I enter the shopping centre in Weston Super Mare (which god knows is depressing in itself they play 'Road To Nowhere' (Talking Heads) )..you have penned a far weightier and wiser version..although trinkets..hmm..can be fun and they do sparkle near heat..
ReplyDeleteNot at all like your usual. We do seem to spend a lifetime mostly oblivious to what is truly important.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
The last line .... wow ... that struck hard !!!
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid that many are on a prison ship to nowhere...unwittingly...
ReplyDelete'Tis fate, I'm sure. You're fated to be a great poet!
ReplyDeleteOld Egg, I was just talking to a friend today about the trips to Mars, and I wonder why? Who wants to do? This poem brought that subject to mind profoundly.
ReplyDeletePamela
¨*who wants to do that*
DeleteStrong piece, OE. I love the imagery, and your subject. a prison ship to nowhere. I agree.
ReplyDeleteThis is SO GOOD!
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