Read Write Poem posted an image prompt today, a picture of riders and empty swings on a Chair-O-Plane ride. The last time I rode one was when I was a teenager, at the Puyallup Fair. I loved the dizzy, sick-to-my stomach rush of going around and around so fast, the thrill that at any moment the thin chains holding me could break and I would fly off into space. That feeling of hurtling through space became the first line, and then the poem went off in another direction, taking me on a completely different ride.
Kepler’s First Law of Planetary Motion
I’m hurtling through
the space around you
though wild my lopsided orbit may be
I’m held to my course
centripetal force
tethers my body to your gravity.
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2 comments:
nicely written
this sounds like something I would write...
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