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Piteous Pluto, remote from the sun,
Hundreds of years till your orbit is run,
Wretchedly cold, with a rocky dense core,
Saddest of all, you're a planet no more.
This poem first appeared in The Providence Journal.
Used here with permission.
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Felicia Nimue Ackerman is a professor of philosophy at Brown University in Providence, Rhode Island and has, as she puts it, “inflicted more than 250 poems on readers of a wide range of publications.” Felicia Nimue writes poems for fun and, sometimes, “in the hope of addressing weighty matters in a light way.”
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Lori Levy:
This poem fits with what you say in your bio about writing poems that address "weighty matters in a light way."
Posted 02/18/2023 02:16 PM
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paradea:
Love the word 'piteous'!!
Posted 02/18/2023 10:49 AM
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Tom Sharpe:
Sadly, we believe we are what others think we are.
Posted 02/18/2023 10:02 AM
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Wilda Morris:
LOL!
Posted 02/18/2023 10:00 AM
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RonPoems:
I learned a lot from these four lines. Viva Pluto!
Posted 02/18/2023 09:59 AM
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MLove:
Pluto will always be a planet in my book!
Posted 02/18/2023 09:43 AM
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cork:
I love rhyming couplets.
Posted 02/18/2023 09:12 AM
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Larry Schug:
Re-admit Pluto!
Posted 02/18/2023 07:49 AM
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Lucy:
Cute
Posted 02/18/2023 05:02 AM
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