0) Tales Of Shooting Stars (Poetry) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

It was an altruistic and academic quest, which
led me to her door

As our host unlocked one room after another, we began to pace the floor

They were living out in space now, there wasn't much I couldn't believe

Then she told me nothing she has thought of that hasn't been conceived

A falling star twenty years ago could have easily had her take my place

Then she explained why she called me doctor, without seeing my face

In that context, I wouldn't dare take her stories as a token of good advice

Watching the sun walk across the heavens, is not only incredible but nice

Her friends who visited from time frame to time frame, made me smile

Satellites from Jupiter, Venus and Mars will tell us something in a while

The advice they gave, with help, she was sure to do what's right

I thought the same listening to those I work with in the day and live with at night

Maybe it was telling the same story that made her close the window

She said that she sometimes take her friends for a little walk before they go

She was right, I have admonished myself for deciding to walk instead of drive

But whether it's methodology or curiosity, once edited, I'm sure the answers will help me to survive

The radio and television was a challenge she said, until she found out they just wanted to be heard

I've also found myself becoming more cunning, some call it rhetoric, whatever it takes for another word

Without a hard or paperback, the tales are more taboo than scary, no matter how great

But perspective also forbids me from listening to her stories without trying to obviate

From
The LOM: The Letters of Otradom PeloGo