I'm a speck in the dark.
I am dust that is blown.
I am lost on the way
to the endless unknown.
Am I lucky or not,
when from nothing I came,
that I've run out of fortune
but shooting to fame?
Not a word can be heard.
Neither order nor praise.
It's the silence of fear.
It's the silence of strays.
Am I lucky or not,
as I drop through the deep,
that the song of the planets
will sing me to sleep?
There are shapes in the dark
for whom glory is brief.
There are others so huge
that they beggar belief.
Am I lucky or not,
as I'm closing my eyes,
that there's beauty and peace
in these enemy skies?
I am nothing to you.
I am dust that is lost.
I am trial and error
without any cost.
I am blown to the stars
in the heat of a race.
I am Laika.
Just Laika.
The first dog in space.
Comments
Highhat | May 17, 2011 - 16:05
I was a bit surprised by the ending but I think it is a wonderful tribute. Well done. Keep writing
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | May 17, 2011 - 16:28
Hi catherine poarch,
this is certainly a different kind of poem, like the
bit at the end, kind of sets the whole poem off
nicely.
Jenny.
insertponceyfre... | May 17, 2011 - 21:15
catherine this is beautiful and so sad - such a wonderful lilting rhythm to it as well, it's almost a song, or a lullaby
shoe | May 18, 2011 - 09:01
This is just lovely, sad too, and clever.
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RachelPatricia | May 18, 2011 - 20:11
Many congrats on the pick, catherine - this is amazingly beautiful and moving. As someone who's a lover of rhyme herself this one sang to me and completely enchanted me from the offset. Brilliant stuff, I love it :)
Rachel xx