I Dream of Space
I dream of space and rocket ships,
rotation of the sun's ellipse,
and traveling to planet Mars,
a pit stop to more distant stars,
galactic dust and pulsar flips.

To view without the webcam clips,
from my own eyes, not microchips,
with reverie's binoculars,
I dream of space.

The cusps of vivid quasars' lips-
the last of macrocosmic trips
before awakened mental scars-
they shield me from this world of ours.
Although my reason comes to grips,
I dream of space
tonight.


Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber-
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Comments:
 
Michele   Michele wrote
on 3/21/2009 8:27:33 AM
Terrific poem--got caught up in the developing imagery(as if traveling!) and meter--and congrats on your award!

penname   penname wrote
on 3/20/2009 10:59:02 PM
very nice...from the title...i thought itd be pretty transcendental of sorts...but i was pleasantly suprised. i love the angle, and the content in this. nice style-wonderful writing.

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