General Poetry posted February 19, 2018

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Going to Mars . . .

Rocket Man

by Dolly'sPoems

Rocket Man

Alone in my capsule, small and neat,
strapped in my seat, I'm heaven bound;
Controls to hand, my helmet on,
the rocket boosters leave the ground.

The shuttle speeds me into space,
no longer feel the earnest pull
of earth's strong gravity in feet,
floating like fluffy cotton wool.

The atmosphere of dark black space,
is etched with bright white sparkling stars.
I turn the lights down very low,
feel peace as my ship heads for Mars.

Soon tired eyes in sleepy mode,
no one disturbs this floating ship;
The mesmerising empty space,
is rocked into a sleeping grip.

Breakfast is served inside a pill,
my toothbrush floats before my eyes,
the scene remains as black as night,
where no one hears my sober cries.

Mars appears like Lubbock, Texas,
a potholed earth, all uneven,
prepare the boosters for a land,
and hope all this, has good reason.


Once when visiting Florida in the 1980s we were friendly with one of the waiters who had just met a girl from Lubbock, Texas and I will never forget what he said when he flew into land to visit her. He said that from the air he thought he might be landing on the moon. So I used his eyes in my poem.
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