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Pluto
In the outer region
of our star system, resplendent,
this regal disc shows off her beautiful palette.
A blue expanse partly shrouded under a swirl
of sprayed sand. Wide at the top, narrowing into a
channel before curving softly to the left. Here,
dipping its toe and heel into the partial
whiteness, as their mutual edges meet.
Pitted and pinched, they mirror
each others profiles.
Like a bears paw,
an ivory swathe slopes gently
on both sides. It's lower limb slender,
snaking smoothly around. Once again
connecting with a sweep of blurry,
blue porcelain, surfacing this
splendid spinning sphere.
North & northeast.
a sprinkle of yellow dust recedes.
Now giving way to a patchwork of
cerulean and chalk before a searing fringe
of burnished mahogany tones, drape an
escarpment reaching almost to
the planet's southern tip!
Distant, cold with only four moons faithful,
this heavenly body is quite exquisite!
A Lilli verse, 5th december 2023
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Draft
Critiques
neopoet
1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem's central strategy—rendering a distant, almost abstract object as a tactile, visual surface—is its strongest feature. The decision to treat Pluto as a "regal disc" with a "palette" turns an astronomical subject into something closely observed, almost painterly, and the sustained attention to color across the three stanzas (blue expanse, ivory swathe, cerulean and chalk, burnished mahogany) gives the description a real coherence. The eye moves across the surface as though tracing an actual image, and that sense of guided looking is engaging.
Several individual images land with precision. "Dipping its toe and heel into the partial whiteness, as their mutual edges meet" gives the famous heart-shaped region a bodily presence without naming it outright, which is more interesting than a literal label would be. "Pitted and pinched, they mirror each others profiles" is economical and earns its alliteration. The "searing fringe of burnished mahogany tones" is the most vivid moment in the poem, where sound and color reinforce each other.
Where the poem works less well is in its modifiers. The descriptive nouns are doing strong work, but they are frequently paired with adjectives that tell rather than show: "resplendent," "beautiful," "splendid," "exquisite." These words ask the reader to feel admiration rather than building it through the image itself, and they tend to deflate the more specific observations around them. The closing line, "this heavenly body is quite exquisite," is the clearest instance—after the concrete escarpment and mahogany of the previous stanza, the abstract summary lets the energy dissipate. One revision worth considering would be to cut these evaluative adjectives and trust the precise images to carry the sense of wonder; the poem has already done that work in lines like the mahogany fringe.
A few smaller matters affect clarity. The possessives "each others" and "bears" and "It's" (for "its") would read more cleanly corrected. The mixed registers of the metaphors—a bear's paw, a toe and heel, porcelain, an escarpment—are individually vivid but pull in different directions; a reader may struggle to hold the body, the ceramic, and the geological figures together as a single picture. Choosing which family of imagery to foreground might sharpen the overall impression.
The final couplet introduces a fresh and quieter note with "only four moons faithful," and the personification there feels more earned than the adjectives elsewhere. That instinct—to let a small, specific fact carry feeling—is the one the poem might lean into further.
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Geezer
1 week ago
I have never...
given much thought to the smallest of our most distant planets, however, I will never look at it with the same eye as before. Show, don't tell, the ceramic of Pluto by introducing the glaze of porcelain in a cold kiln of fire. ~ Geezer.
Welcome to Neo. ~ Geezer.
leeholland115
3 days 18 hours ago
Pluto
Hi and thankyou,
I have read thro the feedbacks (had to look up some of the words!), which were great. Having made some changes in the wording, the adjectives / sentences etc, I will give it another go later on to see if I have understood correctly their direction.
But why Pluto?
Out in the dark, practically an ice block, what was there to see or to say? But then I saw the fly-by photographs (was it Voyager that clicked those fragile frames and sent them wizzing back towards the sun?) They blew me away. The exact opposite of what I expected and so elegant, beautiful and vulnerablel!
In essence what I actually tried to describe is what I saw in the photographs that were transmitted back to earth. I hope my words have added something to this distant lonely phenomenom. Lee
Obadiah Grey
6 days 20 hours ago
Good format, lovely use of…
Good format, lovely use of language.
A surprisingly soothing piece, muchly enjoyed.
Obi.
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