Hourglass Nebula
HOURGLASS NEBULA
A masterpiece — the Creator dabbles in time
with windblown hues of crimson bands, narrow
neck like the green eye of a nebula monster.
Painted in amazing red shifts,
scurrying away from the earth,
as the hubble chases it.
The shape of an hourglass
ne’er turned over
except by curious minds.
Little scientists making sense
of the divine,
incomprehensible find.
An alien in outer space, surely
jealous of a lovely form
and ruddy cheeks.
5/30/2019
Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest
Sponsor - William Kekaula
#5 The Hourglass
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