The Planets(Saturn)
Oh Saturn. The great harvester.
How strange you seem
With your remarkable rings.
Remants perhaps of a destroyed moon.
Or left over from the strange nebular material
From which thou were created.
But even stranger still is the new Phoebe ring,
Many many times larger than even Saturn itself.
*Work in progress*
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
