POETRY PLAYGROUND PROMPT NUMBER #44

A poem about place, faith and the universe

The ridge's wave was fringed by cypress trees Artfully placed, an Uffizi painting They flowed around a gaunt tower, rising Terracotta against the blue, blue skies

I didn't expect the sunlit olive grove Whose nebula leaves shimmered as I ran past Hills floating like planets in vaporous mist A bell solemnly striking the day into life

Naturally, he would have loved all this With his curiosity for all things But, captive, he could neither see nor sing Caged, blind to the garden, sentenced for his

Compulsion to gaze upwards and see further Observing stars, their marvels, and motions His constants being faith, truth, and devotion Through lynx-like lenses, each night, another

Mystery made clear, annotated, drawn With that certain, sure artist's hand Moons, ellipses, starry galaxies and Clues to how a whole universe was born.

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Galielo's sketches of the moon (Wikimedia Commons)

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