13 Ways of Seeing Space

I.      Galaxies condense into tiny gems over unimaginable distances.

II.     No thought, no life, nothing but the starts in this vast emptiness. 

III.    We see supernova light-years too late, when their glorious deaths reach us.

IV     Someday people will sleep frozen in time for centuries, waiting for their next world.

V.     Is there anyone, out there? We're lonely and arrogant.  Please talk to us.

VI.   Gray creatures with wide eyes, flying saucers, light in the sky, feared and loved.

VII.  Motes of dust, swirling color: a beautiful and cruel universe.

VIII. We are all star stuff, in our molecules and in our hearts. 

IX.    Our solar system limits us, yet we dream of farther suns, for wanderlust is in our blood.

X.      T-minus zero.  The rocket leaps in a plume of smoke.

XI.    Water is life.  Goldilocks, where are you?  Is anywhere just right?

XII.   Somewhere out there dead probes drift, waiting to be found.

XIII.  Space is infinite.  Welcome to the eternal frontier.


By Sophia Limacher

Not a poem

But a quote someone thought was worth writing out in long hand - actually two.

"because life disappoints us so much that in the end we come to believe that literature has no relation to it and we are dumbfounded to see that the precious ideas we found in books are spread right before us in everyday life, naturally and freely, without fear of being spoiled by handling, and that a supper, a murder - a Russian incident- have something Russian about them."

M. Proust "Le Temps Retrouve""

"Why pamper life's complexities, when the leather runs smooth on the passenger's seat?"

S Morrissey "This Charming Man"

Renewal By Anderson

First a comment.  This poem stayed on the board for only a day or two, due to its blatantly commercial nature.  After a little reflection I decided that the board is not for advertising, even when an ad is elevated by rhyme.  So this piece came down, but I do want to report the following encounter.  I happened to be returning home at the moment the author was posting.  This rarely happens and I was pleased and came up and spoke to him.  I didn't read his poem right away, but in the course of the conversation I got the idea that it was related to his work.  He was on the street canvassing for clients for his employer.  That somewhat off-putting fact was made more palatable by his revelation that he likes to write poetry and that a house fire had destroyed a notebook with many pages of his work.  We have only this sample to judge how great a literary loss that might have been, but he wasn't a bad fellow and I suspect had just experienced his first ever opportunity to combine his hobby with his work. Who could blame him for trying.  Here's his post.

Renewal By Anderson

My glass was cracked
The frames were rotten
This was very dangerous
As it was stuffed with cotton

Anderson Windows polite and fine
Again made my home feel like mine

Beautiful and gorgeous my windows are
I give Anderson Windows a GOLD STAR

By Thomas
renewmywindows.com
206 777 0960

Come Grow Old With Me

One time I chanced to see, on a bench beneath a tree
Some words carved with a knife about the course of life.

Though tender was the verse, the truth it did reverse.
It said, "Grow old with me.  The best is yet to be."

The best is yet to be?  This I'd like to see.

I stared at it bemused, my senses all abused.
To say the end is best just does not pass the test.

Our best I fear my dear, lies in the rearview mirror.
The future holds no bliss.  Reality is this.

Eyes grow dim and hair gets slim.
Knees creak and bowels leak.
Necks get crepy and triceps drapey.
Jowls sag and back is bent, the skin resembles old parch-ment.
As memory fades and wit expires, we find we're running on old tires.
With withered grip and pruney lip, I fret about a rigid hip.

The future I must tell, just doesn't seem that swell. 
But come grow old with me.
When I meet eternity
It's with you I want to be.

Words 7:18

Mute boy
Drinking fear

Scared of bone
Scared of sound
Scared of stink
Scared of blood

Scared of stone
Scared of burn
Scared of scum
Scared of steel

Scared of god
Scared of hole
Scared of fight
Scared of dog

Scared of wood
Scared of tongue
Scared of mud
Scared of word

Scared of word