‘Peace Within A Nebula’ By Z.M. Wise

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Kate Alsbury

Through telescope eyes,
the eagle flies.
Once it has landed,
its presence is surrounded by spatial skies.

So hard to look away,
the planetary bodies of night.
They stayed to absorb the
energies of faceless scientific circles.

Kneel before Neil.
A choir sings as dotted lights brighten.

In the stellar nursery,
dust collects.
Hydrogen laughs under constant freedom.
Helium heightens the auditory language.
Gas swims through the ether.

Communication has no barrier and
the silence of space translates clearer than
ice crystals that form in the process.

Collapse from gravity,
steal every bit of momentum.
Density attracting matter,
every artistic step matters.

Incessant internal wars within the
center, why can’t the populace find
peace within a nebula and leave all
preexisting Earth judgments behind?

A new world: founded on balance and
utopian prosperity,
where every day includes a night sky.

One astronaut’s gravitational pull is
another astronaut’s opposite magnetic push.
Under the guise of glass helmets,
they could be making any face,
thinking any thought.

Radiation from the ultraviolet,
sensing the birth of astronomical mutation.

Diffuse:
emission has visible light and
reflection rejects it.

Dark:
they do not provide illumination, but
bring on the infrared blackness of dust.

Supernova Remnant:
implode and explode the unwanted layers,
leaving behind the semblance of a descendant.

Planetary:
low mass star in the final stage,
living fewer years due to peer pressure.

Proplanetary:
temporary life, a short-lived episode,
some evolution, devolving from the skies.

964 CE: Abd al-Rahman a-Sufi saw one,
a little cloud, flirting with Andromeda.
Brothers Omicron Velorum and Brocchi’s Cluster.

July 4th, 1054: Nebula of the Crab,
seen by the masses of Arabic nations and China.

17th Century European division,
multiplying sights and never being able to
fully grasp concepts of the scholarly.

Fly with the Eagle.
Hunt with the Orion.
Marry the Rings.
Plant the Rosette.

Why can’t they find that unrelenting
peace within a nebula and leave all
judgmental doomsday quarrels behind?
Better to be diverse in the expanding universe.

 

Read More By Z.M. Wise


Z.M. Wise is a proud Illinois native, poet, co-editor and poetry activist, writing since his first steps as a child. He has been a written-word poet for almost two decades and a spoken-word poet for four years. He was selected to be a performer in the Word Around Town Tour in 2013, a Houston citywide tour. He is co-owner and co-editor of Transcendent Zero Press, an independent publishing house for poetry that produces an international quarterly journal known as Harbinger Asylum. The journal was nominated Best Poetry Journal in 2013 at the National Poetry Awards. He has published four full length books of poetry, including: ‘Take Me Back, Kingswood Clock!’ (MavLit Press), ‘The Wandering Poet’ (Transcendent Zero Press), ‘Wolf: An Epic & Other Poems’ (Weasel Press), and ‘Cuentos de Amor’ (Red Ferret Press). Other than these four books, his poems have been published in various journals, magazines, and anthologies. The motto that keeps him going: POETRY LIVES! Mr. Wise will make sure to spread that message and the love of poetry, making sure it remains vibrant for the rest of his days and beyond. You can find him on Twitter @ZMWisePoet, on Tumblr, and Amazon.

Art Credit: Created with images form NASA and brushes by demosthenesvoice.

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  1. Pingback: ‘From One Sphere To Another’ & ‘Rivers’ By Z.M. Wise | Jalmurra

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