Last night the tail of a meteorite streaked across the sky... last night a star fell to Earth and as it burnt up in the atmosphere those who were lucky to be looking up were hypnotized by the sight of this interstellar visitor being transformed from a space rock into a fireball of energy and light. Whenever a piece of the cosmos gets so close to our world that it can almost touch it there is always something magical about it... whenever our ancestors witnessed an interstellar phenomenona they always found a way to somehow make a record of it - because it was always believed that whenever a piece of outer space was seen by the people of our planet it was a sign and potentially heralding a time of great change was due to begin. Today I could feel that something had indeed changed... today I could feel that something - call it a wave of fate - was carrying me to somewhere I needed to be once again... today I could feel this pull - like the force of gravity - take me away and remind me of who I used to be once upon a time and who I will always be no matter where I am or who I am with... today was beautiful, amazing, and transformative in so many ways... today was full of life, nature, and bright sunshine that shone down from above and made sure that everything that I saw and everywhere that I went my eyes were gifted by the beauty of our world that can only be seen when nature is spectacularly and celestially lit.
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A Poem A Day #309: Star Stuff
A Poem A Day #292: My Space
A Poem A Day #191: The Astronomer
A Poem A Day #107: Phoenix in the dark
My Poem “Overlap”
Every day overlaps with the last…
every day everybody’s thoughts
overlap with their memories of the past…
every day people realize that there
are things that are harder to distance
themselves from because of the tangle
of lose threads that continue to dangle
from the fray of where we have been…
every day the stories of people
far and wide become connected
to one another as if by fate
in ways that can sometimes feel like a dream…
every day in this world people from
the past, the present, and the future
meet and metaphysically shake hands,
because some things, like music,
cross time and space and find
mutual friends who they feel understand them…
every day everybody wades deep
into the ocean of life and consciousness –
especially while they are asleep,
and everybody can find themselves
stuck in a whirlpool from which
it can be hard to break free…
every day as we get older
every day feels like it is here, there,
and then gone again in a flash…
every day is new and unique –
however, more often than not,
the events of yesterday, today,
and tomorrow will always
find a way to invariably overlap.
My Poem “The Helix Nebula”
Whenever I look at an image
of the beautiful Helix nebula –
an image captured of an region of space
within the constellation of Aquarius,
almost 695 light years from Earth –
I, like many others, not only see
a beautiful planetary nebula
that looks almost similar in appearance
to both the “Cat’s Eye Nebula” or the “Ring Nebula” –
but I also see what looks like some kind
of celestial eye looking back at me,
because the more that you look
at the Helix nebula the more that
you see an image like that of
the iris of an eye,
and which is most likely why
the Helix nebula’s colourful and vibrant
blue, green, gold, and red appearance
when seen through the filters
of the visual spectrum
is often referred to as the “Eye of God”:
because once you see it you never forget it.
My Poem “Solar Cycle 25”
Everything in nature is constantly in motion…
everything in the known universe
goes through varying stages of activity…
every astronomical body changes
profoundly from time to time,
as if someone were pushing a button
or incrementally turning a dial…
every star, ever sun –
including the one at the centre
of our fascinating planetary system –
has a life and a cycle, and right now
The Sun has begun a brand new cycle,
“Solar Cycle 25”, and for the next 11 years
solar observers and imbibers will witness
a change in the solar weather
that may impact humanity’s connection
with itself, as solar winds
carry the waves of solar storms,
over the celestial sea of space,
all the way from the Sun, to Earth,
and as far away as the gas giants
that are spinning worlds of mystery
which have on more than one occasion
been the reason why we are still here
and why continue to marvel
at the power of the sky’s burning sphere.
Mark The Poet 