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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.
Posted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poet’s Pub: http://dversepoets.com/ Stop by and belly up to the bar. Enjoy a brew, some wonderful poetry, great company. Maybe you’ll want to serve up a round of your own poetry!
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
what a beautiful life it must have been. Anyone who lives in a concrete jungle knows.
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a tombstone marking the
demise of heliocentricity.
brilliant lines in a strong write, thank you!
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I like the irony of this Victoria 🙂 I think, though, Galileo would cry from his grave “And yet it goes around!” *laughs*
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Ohh…awesome!! You know, I shared this sentiment while I was in Dallas, Texas… plains for as far as my eyes would go!
A beautifully refreshing read, Victoria… Hullo to a flat Earth 🙂
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On Earth as it is in Indiana!
Wonderful imagery of the smokestack in winter.
The Flat Earth Society applauds you today. 🙂
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loved this! tight and visual, and the ending is brilliant. excellent write!
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Nice piece. I can appreciate the focus/reflective moment here. The image of snow, where the chimney is all that can be seen reminds me of many a winter here in WNY, and contrasting it/comparing it to cornfield expanse was nice, not only for the images but because cornfield expanse is horizontally based, while the snow-based image is vertical, connecting to the eye of the sun which looks at it all. Wonderful write, thanks
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I’ve driven through Indiana and those fields do seem to stretch on and on… Love these lines
“so that our chimney
stood alone on the horizon—
a tombstone marking the
demise of heliocentricity.”
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Interesting view on the topic . In our province , there’s a place called “The Valley Of A Thousand Hills” … you can imagine the winding roads that ascend and descend as you travel through … makes me wonder about Copernicus’ theory … just a thought …
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Nice imagery here….in winter snow piled high…:)
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Wonderful I enjoyed that very much indeed.
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not to worry our world such as it is, is still round it is our imagination that is uh … flat = )
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that photo almost looks a little like the ocean. i like the pace you set with this, how compact it is and the simple and powerful image you build.
i’m from the midwest. i love the sight of cornfields.
nice to meecha:)
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VIctoria, I loved this. My mom grew up in Iowa, where is was just as flat. I now live in Wisconsin and understand why she loved the foothills of upstate New York, but for me, there’s something about that vast expanse… loved your final line, too. Thanks for a great read, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/16/whose-side-are-they-on-now/
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..i like this.. so reminds me a bit of the poem ‘Colombus’ by Joaquin Miller.. one of my favorite poem.. thank you for making this!(:
~Kelvin
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Wonderful take on the world view, very interesting how all see it through just little things, nice pic too.
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Interesting and well done out look on how the world is seen and how it might been seen. great work
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ha, nice point, victoria. Had to look up that last word (shame on me 😉
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I feel that way at the ocean.
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you give voice to the fact that everything is as one perceives it…
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i have been lost in the cornfields when they seemed 20 foot tall…we played hide and seek…i imagine when those fields are flat you could see the edge of the world…
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Nothing as eerie as frozen flatland in mid-winter….bkm
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I really liked this especially the last line.
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Imagine the time when people used to think the world was square and if you went to its edge you would fall off. Such innocence and ignorance, maybe we ought to be like that again, too. lol
A lovely read, thank you.
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“so that our chimney
stood alone on the horizon—
a tombstone marking the
demise of heliocentricity.” Brilliant…tee, hee. Truly, a wonderful poem.
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Really enjoyed this, a great sense of fun, and the deeper point regarding the sensate, our perceptions of the world, is lightly & deftly painted..
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I walked in fields like this as a boy. Although i have to admit to feeling like I was standing inside a vast dome, which lent a perceptual credence to the earth’s roundness.
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Nice scene here…
Like these lines:
a tombstone marking the
demise of heliocentricity.
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Interesting take on an old controversy! I still think it’s round, thanks to an excellent geography teacher. Your poem reminds me of Little House on the Prairie!
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if you say so…i’m inclined to believe you…smiles – you know, i have the black forest mountains around and can never test it out here…love the demis of heliocentricity victoria
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