I used to be the number Nine
(uneven orbit, and inclined).
But over time, so much had changed.
To redefine, left me estranged.
A core of rock, and crust of ice—
crevasses deep that cut and slice.
An atmosphere that comes and goes,
and fields of magnets no one knows.
My heart I bare for all to see,
throughout the system, cosmically.
But still, a planet I am not…
A lonely object you forgot.
Until the day a poet said—
with passion, vigor, as he bled;
A planet thou no longer art—
though orbit, Sol, and bare thy heart!
Poem by Tyler Saffell
My name is Tyler Saffell, and to me, there is nothing more fascinating than the splendor of space. I spend a lot of my time simply thinking about the cosmos and our place within it. I’ve spent many hours gazing through my telescope in awe of the heavens just wondering what it would be like to be out among the stars. I’ve been writing poetry for the last fifteen years, but I’ve only recently started to submit my work. I enjoy telling stories through my poetry and more importantly, writing what I am passionate about. Nothing is more satisfying to me then when I am able to both tell a story through my poems while at the same time educating with real facts. My only hope is that when someone reads one of my poems that spark of awe and inspiration ignites the same fire within them that has kept me warm for the last fifteen years.