Poetry, Part 1
Gacked from ink_gypsy and mews1945, that poetry thing that's going around. I no good at this "pick just one" thing, so I'm going to post more than once. Here's my first one.
My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.
-- Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, NY (1981)
This was the epigraph to the first chapter of Carl Sagan's novel Contact.
My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.
-- Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, NY (1981)
This was the epigraph to the first chapter of Carl Sagan's novel Contact.