Sights of ruby silence peer through the sky
like heaven’s guiding light; galaxies start to cry.
Glimmer and shimmer with stardust falling,
hearing from the distance other nebulas calling.
Time standing still as the moon begins to sigh.
Sights of ruby silence gleam and stream with glow,
its brilliance glistens into a fading tangerine echo.
Separate yet united, the Red Square lives in ease
without sands-of-time, or the chill of the breeze.
Beauty and adoring charm this nebula does bestow.
Sights of ruby silence fear not what the future brings-
celestially divine…as the constellation Serpens sings.
I chose: Picture #7 "THE RED SQUARE"
Date written: June 1, 2019
Contest: Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
serpens, nature,
Form: Rhyme
The night is filled with Gold
Iron, carbon, platinum, water
Hydrogen, helium, silver
Freckled everywhere
Order, gravity
Ancient light, curving through the sky
The night is boasting bold
Orion, Volans, Microscopium, Cancer
Sculptor, Scutum, Serpens, Sextans
Every name you dare
Thrill the night with stars
Adient flight, surging through the mind
©david byrne March 2012
Categories:
serpens, allegory, nature, night, night,
Form: Free verse
Way back when, mid constellation Serpens
came around a round that sang a healing sound.
Ophi IS in the ecliptic and not cryptic to see
Turning yearning and begging to be. Counted.
Zeus to hear and dare you see a bolt he threw
in lightening speed indeed, passed through Me.
Fast and swift in the midnight shift of sky flew
and by my eYes I did cry... You!
Obliteration of the physician was your intent
Never meant for the genius of healing feelings
and the meaning to be sent in time. But...
A bolt of light won't stop this rhyme. Mounted
Over head in stars and bars that traveled far
Is a space in Time that's now the Start.
Knots ARE. Counted.
Categories:
serpens, space
Form: I do not know?
How much do I love you?
I've played to know.
Let me count the ways,
All the ways I can show,
You my Love...
First there was one
and by one she stood.
Two came along,
an expansion of love.
Then three held hands
near a willow tree,
As four sang carols
to the humming bee.
Five was there,
like a guiding light...
Finally, we recognized Six.
And we stopped the fight.
Seven was right,
there are Eight
gates in Heaven.
Nine sang divine,
And ten at the 'end'...?
Was a mistaken, eleven.
Twelve chimed "New Time".
And Ophiuchus was restored,
To Her, proper place of Mind.
Among Friends,
In the Great Circle.
*wiki.com
Ophiuchus is a large constellation located around the
celestial equator. Its name is Greek for 'snake-holder', and it is commonly represented as
a man grasping the snake that is represented by the constellation Serpens....
"~Charming story..."
Categories:
serpens, adventure, fantasy, friendship, imagination,
Form: I do not know?