The Poetry of Science

Tear off the mask of nature and stare at the face of god.

 

The supernova bursts

A bright Yellow Roman candle

A cosmic dance, so beautiful

I feel so small, insignificant

As I stare into the dark, black void

 

From nothing to nothingness

The twilight burns so devious

The question beckoned through the centuries

The soul can answer so unequivocally

 

A meteor shoots across the sky

A bullet fired from the gods up high

As the stars explode

A radiant, incandescence

Like candles in the halls of Valhalla

 

The Grandest of Canyons

Hold, nothing that could compare

To all the wonders up there

It is but a ditch on this cold, blue rock

 

The soul will open up

To a world that we could

Never imagine

There are oh, so many wonders

We could never fathom

 

A celestial poem that

Has yet been put to paper

 

 

Author's Note

For the 3D writing challenge. Not sure if this is exactly what you were going for.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Tkess...I love your work because you always address life in surreal tones in poignancy, if that makes sense love! Superb! Top marks! xx

[Nobody.]

dude, this is so brilliant that I can't pull favorite lines without being long-winded.

the whole second stanza is Golden.

the metaphor across the sky business is amazing.

second to last stanza: f*****g brilliant!

Loved the whole thing. Loved. IT!