M. L. Kiser Poet Haiku

Quasar

Quasar whirls and twirls,
gasses spiraling in space;
radioactive.

Luminosity;
radio waves pour from space,
Secretions unknown.

Emitting light-swords
slice through the fabric of space;
who calls through black holes?

Nucleus phone call,
galaxies interacting,
universal chat.

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Caren Krutsinger April 20, 2019 at 2:25 AM You need a job as an astronomer or astro physicist, something you understand. M. L. Kiser April 20, 2019 at 1:07 PM I thought about that, at one time; for now, it's just another hobby...been star gazing on warm nights. Thanks.

Andrea Dietrich April 19, 2019 at 5:39 PM that last part, super clever, M.L I like that idea you came up with. M. L. Kiser April 20, 2019 at 1:08 PM I listened to Space Sounds on a "Ted Talk"; one has to wonder. Thanks so much.

Bette Bavington April 19, 2019 at 11:31 AM Space our last frontier. I think you conquered It really nicely here. M. L. Kiser April 20, 2019 at 1:08 PM Wow, thanks!

Sara Kendrick April 19, 2019 at 9:29 AM Interesting ...Do we do intergalactic interchange when we call using a satellite to make our calls??? I wonder. Thanks for dropping by. Sara M. L. Kiser April 20, 2019 at 1:09 PM Think about it...we don't exactly know for a fact whom or what is out there; space does have sound so, why not?

Vijay Pandit April 19, 2019 at 7:12 AM Mind of a quasar..cosmic write: Nucleus phone call, galaxies interacting,universal chat. Well done in haiku form. M. L. Kiser April 20, 2019 at 1:10 PM Thanks so much Vijay; I am glad you liked it.