Tag: cosmic

  • Carina Travel Agency

    Carina Travel Agency

    Background Image: Carina Nebula image taken by HAWK-I camera on ESO’s Very Large Telescope

    Credit: © ESO/T. Preibisch – Source


    When my inward eye fancies
    an escapist extravaganza,
    I picture myself as a little alien
    visiting a cosmic Ginza.

    In my utilitarian spacecraft,
    full throttle to a hypergiant star,
    I drive and drive, so careless
    of space and time afar.

    I stop a while for a glance,
    atop the highest Cosmic Cliffs,
    gazing all around at the galaxy,
    soaking in glowing sidereal whiffs.

    I peep into the dark Keyhole,
    but through the dust, all I see
    is the grand Defiant Finger
    mocking, making fun of me.

    Tuned to my favourite Astro-Radio,
    to Mystic Mountain, I head my ship.
    I, of course, take pictures for content,
    let down—never!—by a good old nebula trip.

  • Heartthrobs’ Coquette

    Heartthrobs’ Coquette

    The moon just hid,
    she took offence,
    it’s not my fault
    you’re a superstar,
    oops, satellite,
    Lady Cliché,
    my tongue just slipped,
    très désolée.
    Cheers to Astolfo,
    is he still there?
    Tell something riveting,
    I want to know
    how you were born
    and how long ago.
    Why don’t you show
    your own dark side?
    What do you hide?
    Something obscene?
    Wish I could see
    ton côté interdit.
  • The Forgotten One

    The Forgotten One

    Gazing out of the window
    I see a moon almost full,
    round, perfect and beautiful,
    yet it exerts nothing poetical.

    For centuries, she’s romanced
    lovers, poets and prisoners,
    there’s not a single word to add
    about this object over-sung.

    But we don’t talk about Pluto,
    dispossessed of its title,
    soaring in lonely isolation,
    universe’s disinherited son.

    I often think of you,
    old enough to have been taught
    you’re a planet, not a dwarf,
    once you were not the underdog.

    I hope that dancing with Charon
    brings you solace in excommunication.
    You’re of endurance a symbol,
    the allure of the unknown.

    The student sitting in the last row
    might be the calm, smartest one,
    not quite fitting into a role
    tailored for just showing off.
  • Cosmic Walker

    Cosmic Walker

    On a carpet of stardust,
    I walked there from Mars.
    Someone told me that on Earth
    they are constantly at war.

    Everybody surely knows
    it’s just a floating tiny stone,
    so, what are they arguing for?

    A hide-and-seek lover God?
    Borders existing only on maps?
    A sheer illusion of dominion
    nullified by the time that flows?
    A paragraph on history books?

    It’s such a pity that they turned
    a wonderland into an abattoir.

    Indeed I have to tell the truth,
    with heavy heart I hurried home
    before getting fatally caught
    in that nonsensical mosh.

    I’ll just observe them from afar,
    with my mighty telescope,
    in the comfort of my rocks.
  • Per Se Among Stars

    Per Se Among Stars

    Existentialists 
    on night shifts
    in spaceships,
    under neon light,
    settling that Earth
    is but a rubber ball,
    and we are the sole architects
    of our fate in the world.