Orbit

Life

Born of scattered, swirling dust

A single seed on night of lust

mother fed me at her bust

till such time she gave a thrust

Flying fast without a wing

A helpless kite on broken string

She flung me far from everything

and heeded not my frightened screams

Hurling outwards all alone

I found an orbit of my own

Author's Note

Just some thoughts I crammed together

Reviews

[Lorry]

Sometimes being in our own orbit makes us, depending on how far she threw you and why, I'm guessing you're far happier at your own level, free of throwers.
Learn the path and you can make your own, full of your experiences.
I like how your end line brings this to a happy culmination Samuel, escaping your tether.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. Though the hardships I endured as a child no doubt made me independent and a survivor, I envy those who had normal childhoods.

[Marie]

Well this is really good. I didn't even know you wrote poetry

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Marie. Poetry is minor sideline for me, but I have quite a few on the last pages of my inventory.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Well, if this is "crammed together" I wouldn't know it. I really enjoyed your poetic side, Sam! Flows very well and the ending lands gently....

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you. I appreciate your positive words.

[Michael G.]

They fit very well, Sam. Well done, sir.

[Samuel Dickens]

Thanks, Michael, I appreciate it.

[Renée]

This is a delightful surprise & write ! My mind follows you on a quick swirling journey..
then the last line ...slides off into a gentle place...
now i have the theme song from the big bang stuck in my head..
tyvm Mr.Dickens.... lol

[Samuel Dickens]

Thank you, Renee, I'm happy you enjoyed it.