Home » Poems » M. L. Kiser » Its Stellar

Its Stellar

Swirling color wheel;
Spinning, spinning, oh so fast;
A toy built to last.
Spinning top in outer space;
This old Earth, it has its place.

Turning round and round,
I see planets, watching me;
And I watch them back.
Telescopic vision is,
Impressive, to say the least.

Coordinated,
Tops that spin in outer space;
Centrifugal force;
Keeps them spinning round and round;
Never seeming to spin out.

Colors on velvet;
Gemstones on a black canvas;
Distant whirling lights.
Majestic beauties, are they;
Dervish bodies as they play.

appreciationearthmoonplanetspacetanka

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Anisha Dutta

Date: 9/20/2018 11:03:00 PM

Yes. Spinning will go on forever. Nice coordination of astronomy and poem. Once I got a telescope as gift. But it shows only a better view of Moon. I could not reach stars. in an observatory I watched Jupiter in details. Learnt n taught Applied Mathematics, so have a little bit knowledge on Astronomy.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/21/2018 5:06:00 AM

My scope isn't much stronger than yours but, I love looking at photos on Nasa's website that were taken by Hubble and obsevatories; they're so colorful and inspiring. Thanks so much.