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Sep 27, 2022
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Satellites
To have a sphere of friends
In high orbit, above, around
Like satellites in good repair
With clear sight lines to the ground
Send them signals, they bounce back
Invisible and without sound
Moves me at the speed of light
To a place where I am found
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I’ve been getting most of my needs for friendships met online these days and I thought a bit of metaphor was in order. Two layers here.
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Rosewood Apothecary
2 years 9 months ago
Wow!
Nothing is perfect; or everything is. I’m divided on that still but I’ll gladly accept such high praise. Thank you kindly!
Tim
Obadiah Grey
2 years 9 months ago
A rather clever little piece.
A rather clever little piece.
I get the metaphor, though can't help but think said "satellites" may not be as shiny and in good a repair as we'd all like,,,,,,
(as Sputnik whizzed by)
Good stuff,
Obi.
RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Friendships
come when we least expect them- whether online or in person. Another great, short write.
.
Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
A rather nice...
way to be thought of, as a satellite! I am probably, one of the oldest ones up there now! As Obie says, I am probably not too bright and shiny anymore, but I hope that my signal is still coming in nice and strong. ~ Geez.
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Still
Bright and shiny in my book.