Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

Columbia 2003

COLUMBIA    2003

The  seven  gaze  into the azure haze:  
In their prism-sky the heavens seem opening.   
All are happy, “We’re going home at last.”

40 miles to Dallas.   1000 to the Cape.
But an infinite distance for these seven,
Glad to see the welcoming arm  of  Florida :
Below them the sea, and beckoning lights of home.    

Pouring  white contrail  as their souls are released,
Like God’s tears streaming across the  Texas  sky.
Man-made meteor shower, as Columbia separates itself:
Like  an  airforce  tribute, as  the  planes fly past and one peels off.

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Debbie Guzzi January 21, 2011 at 2:49 PM powerful write and an eternity to remember! Light & Love

Carolyn Devonshire January 18, 2011 at 1:03 PM Terrific description of the space shuttle, Syd, as well as the astronauts' desires to get home. From the beach where I live, we chould see the space shuttle launches and you describe the contrail so well! Excellent poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn