Today’s Prompt: Day Eight: today I challenge you to write a palinode. And what’s that? It’s a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem. You could take that route or, if you don’t have an actual poetically-expressed statement you want to retract, maybe you could write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something. It could be anything from how you decided that you like anchovies after all to how you decided that annoying girl was actually cool enough that you married her.
I didn’t really do this but followed the concept and the following emerged.
Space Between Keyholes
After Neil de Grasse Tyson
If there were no stars,
no hydrogen, helium, carbon,
no moon, nor silicon and nitrogen, et al,
no meteors or explosions in space
where elemental thieves own
the universes, an un-natural
habit. What you need,
entrance to hotels, no back doors,
when integrity longs for moral fiber,
an amalgamation, collaborating
to peer through telescopes of hope
to find a galaxy cluster
where gravity collects us
into the evolution of love.
Above all else, love.