I am still in the working world. And around here, Tuesday is the worst day of the week. Suddenly I was inspired to write a poem. This is for Ivor and Walt and Dwight and all of you who know what poetry is. I really don’t. But I do feel better.
Are We Alone?
Here is my photo of
distant galaxies
So far away at the
edge of the universe
Even our minds cannot reach.
See the large one
on the left?
Spiraling magnificently
somewhere at the edge
where we can never go?
Do you see the wisp
that curls upwards
on the left?
Right there where the
mass splits.
There are billions of stars
in this galaxy alone.
And millions
in this little split.
Do you think
there is a planet circling
around one of those billions
of sun-like stars
full of
life unbounded
where an older woman
with hair of gray or green
depending upon the atmosphere
is sitting at her desk saying
I hate this job
too?
Can we talk?
Haha .. space inspires a vast range thoughts…
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I just came back from there….woah…we really ARE on the same cosmic page! I was inspired by a screensaver I have at work…that photograph of distant galaxies. It inspires me…and it looks like we were both inspired. I love it.
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Oh Claudia, I thoroughly enjoyed your poem, and what a coincidence
“Do you think
there is a planet circling
around one of those billions
of sun-like stars”
I wrote this poem this morning…..
Co-existing
On a starry Autumn night
Laying under the cosmic sky
I see a universe beyond
The galaxy’s, milky way
With unnumbered orbiting planets
Astronomer’s, clearly hearing their sound
Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt
Out there somewhere
In the vastness of space
Another similar earth, co-exists
Do those purple aliens
Wait and wonder
Look to the cosmos and ponder
When will humanity arrive
Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere
Ravaging innocent foreign lives
Bowing to the human war cry
Assimilate or die
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