Goodbye Copernicus–Poetry Potluck


My submission for Monday’s Jingle’s Poetry Potluck:

Goodbye, Copernicus

According to astronomers
the world is round but
when we lived in Indiana
the cornfields behind our place
spread out as far
as anyone could see.
In winter, snow piled high
so that our chimney
stood alone on the horizon—
a tombstone marking the
demise of heliocentricity.

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23 thoughts on “Goodbye Copernicus–Poetry Potluck

  1. almondjoycie says:

    great analogy of the way the world looks. i grew up in Pennsylvania in an area called “The Land of the Endless Mountains”. Truly we were nestled in walls of green. I first experienced the feeling of the world being flat as I left for University where the plains were long and the wind whipped right through you. nice choice of poem for the potluck.

    • I love PA. Lived in Scranton twice–undergraduate degree from College Misericordia in Wilkes Barre. Not sure if that’s part of the “Land of Endless Mountains” but it fits the description. The fall there is just gorgeous. Thanks for stopping by.

  2. Jingle says:

    love your supportive manner.
    cheers! :)

    see you next time!

  3. Jingle says:

    oh, Dear,
    again!

    unique and beautiful piece.

  4. kyoichi says:

    wish i could see snow from where i’m typing this and perhaps we’ll find a use for a chimney in this country.

    thank you for your lovely poem.

  5. Kavita says:

    An awesome statement, that!! No matter what Copernicus has said, for us, our worlds sure revolve around our families and homes as well… and it’s a lovely thing too! :)

    I really enjoyed reading this poem… and I am very glad you shared it with poetry potluck! We are so pleased to have you here… thank you!!!!

  6. suzicate says:

    Loved the vision of the chimney amongst the cornfiled!

  7. PinkLady says:

    you described it so well in this poem… i have a clear image in my mind now. :)

  8. nimaruichi says:

    The last few lines are smack in the face. Fantastic!

  9. signed .............bkm says:

    Love it…really…I understand those cornfields and the snow….really love it…one of the best I have read today…bkm

  10. revbillcook says:

    Nice development of a sense of place and mood. I enjoyed this. – bill

  11. woih says:

    Miodwest winters are punishing!

    I think of smoke stacks of Chicago. Endless stacks of choking smoke.

    Good write …spawned something in my brain..good write

  12. souldipper says:

    You captured my little girl’s prairie heart. I used to think about that so much as a kid. Delightfully written and a very welcome read.

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