“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label space exploration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label space exploration. Show all posts
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Mars 20/20
In collaboration with private and public agencies
-contingencies aside-
a head of schedule was announced
slating the date
for merely five years a way-not (be) four
(hundred million miles)
We are ready, and some of us will be
by twenty-twenty
what will we see
that we have not conceived
on earth
since the birth of humanity?
Photo credit By NASA [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Mars by Mars Observer.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Girls go to Mars
I need not see to believe-
this presence of Ganymede.
We were led to learn,
our blue planet Earth-
was alone soaking in saltwater.
But you showed yourself-
Ganymede.
I rose early too, like those stargazers,
eager to see what they wanted us to believe
was a Blood Moon-
but she was just blushing,
rosy from her fullness.
Like Eos at Dawn,
there you were again,
in the company of dead poets,
attending the school of contemplation.
Rising first, in rings around dreams,
taking lullaby swings, at gravity-
Who thinks nobody is looking-
thirsting for Truth.
Fixing the future, diving into their divinity,
stuck swimming in the stars;
unable to reconcile, to beguile or even manage
a simple smile to reconcile but choose denial,
Ganymede.
this presence of Ganymede.
We were led to learn,
our blue planet Earth-
was alone soaking in saltwater.
But you showed yourself-
Ganymede.
I rose early too, like those stargazers,
eager to see what they wanted us to believe
was a Blood Moon-
but she was just blushing,
rosy from her fullness.
Like Eos at Dawn,
there you were again,
in the company of dead poets,
attending the school of contemplation.
Rising first, in rings around dreams,
taking lullaby swings, at gravity-
Who thinks nobody is looking-
thirsting for Truth.
Fixing the future, diving into their divinity,
stuck swimming in the stars;
unable to reconcile, to beguile or even manage
a simple smile to reconcile but choose denial,
Ganymede.
This galactic, Earth-shattering news about Jupiter
Intro-speculative chattering, simply makes me feel stupider
Composed 3/14/15.
Image By NASA/JPL (Ganymede's Trailing Hemisphere) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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