Telescope Revelations

It’s all written among the stars in the sky; constellations tell the tales of old. Gaseous nebulae reveal the magic of the cosmos; as each planetary body spins to its own tune. I once watched Saturn dancing through the heavens, like a tiny toy top she whirled and spun; elation filled my spirit at that moment and I realized how alive space really is.
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Krutsinger Avatar
August 22, 2020 at 11:47 AM
Saturn "as a tiny top" - this is exactly write! This is why it makes this poem right! Wow! Great metaphor.
Kiser Avatar
September 1, 2020 at 9:36 PM
Thanks, I love watching through my telescope on a good clear night, it's like some great cosmic dance.
Proxenos Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 10:22 AM
Space is alive and somewhat cluttered and polluted. Man has already almost killed Planet Earth and now they want to explore space - If I was a millionaire however, I would buy a ticket to space at least once a month - space fascinates me - love your poem MLK. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer. Jennifer.
Kiser Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 3:31 PM
It's always fascinated me too. Thanks again.
Wolf Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 5:24 PM
Yes! Space IS alive, very much so! There are just such huge gaps between exhibits, so to speak. Nice! :) gw
Kiser Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 3:31 PM
I agree, thanks Gershon.
Allison Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 3:16 PM
a joy to read ML, we have very little light pollution here so its wonderful to go for walk after the streetlights go out and look to the skies;-) hugs jan xx
Kiser Avatar
August 13, 2020 at 3:31 PM
I love viewing the skies on a nice clear night. Thanks.
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