Through The Light Years

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Photography by Chrissy Ennist

We point our radio telescopes

Up into the heavens

Poking our ears into

The mufflers of galaxies

Hoping to find rhythm….of

The thumping imperceptible

Voodoo chant of God or

At least a steamy pagan planet

With a crack of ice gone liquid

A mosquito caught in flight

The scraping of a single cell

 

Are the days gone?….When

We used to look at the stars

Arranging light to fit our myths

Pulling them down to Earth

Making them into shapes

Improvising our reality…to fit

A romantic stroll under

Millions and billions of years

Funny,,,,,The word year

Is so damn human of us

Has always made me wonder

Who is shaping who?

 

No,

 

Sounds aren’t the only player.

We still watch

With screen and computation

At the gravitational tug

Between sun and satellite.

Rules are applied

We build theories, myths

Pulling the dance down to Earth

Hoping to find a solar system

Between creation and apocalypse

Where Zeus still throws lightning

Bolts with no worries attached

So, that we can continue

To shape the universe…and

Preserve our romantic stroll

Through the light years

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30 Responses to Through The Light Years

  1. I am not into this but I know that someone else does like this

    *Taelynn Davis*

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  2. I was pulled into this poem immediately and my interest never waned. Delightful and entertaining. My favorite line is “Arranging light to fit our myths”. So true of so much.

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  3. great piece of writing…

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  4. “…looked up in perfect wonder at the stars.” -Walt Whitman

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  5. Just Joan says:

    Playful guessing is almost better than knowing. Or definitely better than knowing. Great piece, Elan, loved the pic too. 🙂

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  6. Elan, Is there someplace I could send you a message? Or could you read this link and let me know if you would be interested in posting a poem on the 30th along with us. Thank You!
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  7. writingbyami says:

    wow :0 🙂

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  8. kabrown4 says:

    Lovely poem. 🙂

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  9. vivachange77 says:

    I love this. Were you thinking of the “chirp” scientists believe they heard in far away space? As long as there are poets (which will last as long as there is time) all the mysteries of space will live in myth and in science.

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    • Elan Mudrow says:

      Yes, the chirp. Also the book Contact. And a couple of documentaries I’ve seen about astrophysicists searching for Earth-like planets by measuring how much gravitational pull they have on their sun.

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  10. I`m loving this poem. The lines “Hoping to find a solar system Between creation and apocalypse”
    really speak to me.

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  12. Moody Much says:

    Great poem 🙂

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  14. sjk says:

    LIked this a great deal, particularly your notion that as humans we are ‘Arranging light to fit our myths… Pulling them down to Earth’

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  15. poetlou says:

    we may see different faces as our minds go to different places , but the voices that we hear
    come from the stroll thru the night air

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