Forgotten - Linda M. Crate


you are Jupiter;
revoked from your
state of grandeur —

you are no longer
a planet simply
a lonely, cold rock;

you dance on the
tip of people’s tongues
but their fragmented

memories scarcely
are reminded of 
you, there are more

important things in
the hustle and bustle
world than a man 

who was once a man
but is no longer, he
is merely a statue

in the pirouetting 
straights of life, 
standing stagnant

as the world moves;
the only constant in
the world is change,

and oh how you 
have fallen, your
majesty is cracked


no one remembers
your name not even
the white lanterns

of stars that once
loved you, you are
nothing but void!

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Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She loves reading, writing, dancing in the rain, flowering trees, and golden autumn laughter.