Entries to The Daily Poem Contest. |
| Crossbeam Oh Scottie, she never does quite blow with that staggering might in final series-ending conflagration we could call confirming destination, and never again to boldly go as interspacial wanderers to and fro, hiding disappointment as we find that time again and out of mind far from no man being before, it seems that humans evermore infest each universal corner still, this remaining our bitterest pill. E’en so, my Scottish engineer, adventure done, I’m leaving here. If you will kindly beam me up and, more than that, to fill my cup of gratitude at job well done, complete this task without the fun of mixing me with yon Vulcan sidekick (I know that you enjoy such tricks). Instead you bring us separate and so avoid more desperate attempts to undo intertwining - I find crossbeaming uninspiring. Line count: 24 Rhyming couplets For The Daily Poem, 02.03.26 Prompt: Crossbeam. |