Space

Brian Kelly
Space
I saw Columbia’s dreadful doom,
I felt a sadness, a melancholy gloom,
Without reason, a tear came to my eye.

As our individual human frailty is exposed,
we know that mans' combined efforts can,
Reach to the stars,
And tell us how this Earth began,
and will progress.
How planets, galaxies and 'holes'
came to be, and where they'll go.

The astral sciences will one day,
find our God, the one we seek,
and biological adventurers, trying to clone,
will say, 'yes we were wrong; forgive us lord.'

This poem was written by me as a natural response after viewing Columbia disaster.. It can best be described as 'free verse'. Each verse is in a different stanza. It is written as Prose, rather than rhyme. I don't think of myself falling into any particular category of poetic writing, but I would consider this poem to be classed as 'Imagism'.

Copyright. Brian Kelly 1st February 2003.