The Planets in the Palm
Hold a universal wonder with hope for the future
The Planets in the Palm
They rise like smoke
from open hands,
these ringed worlds
of shining light.
The stars burn bright
with restless fire,
their colours drift
through quiet air.
Each planet spins
on trembling lines,
on threads of space
that pulse and sway.
The sky unfolds
as if it knows
the weight I keep
within my palm.
The galaxies hum
with ancient voice
with stories held
beyond our reach.
I lift my hand
the worlds rise more,
like fragile dreams
set free at last.
They float above
in gentle arcs
their shadows cast
across my skin.
And for a breath
I guide their path,
a silent hold
on drifting stars.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
This is one way to look and understand the universe. Good job.