Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are as sand, as dust – or less than dust – in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing – Carl Sagan Celestial Deception: A Tanka poem Cocoon nebula Portending a butterfly To the naked eye… Our doors of misperception A cause for celebration?..
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known. Carl Sagan The Pelican Nebula Interstellar dream… Gestation…galactic spawn Nebulous frenzy Triumphant birth… illusion Pelican of lying eyes. Millions of years from now this nebula might no longer be known as the Pelican, as the balance and placement of stars and gas will leave something that appears..
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known- Carl Sagan Triangulum Galaxy: A Tanka Poem Magnified, a flash, Blue cosmic reproduction, Long consummated. Our end also resides in The creative overture. The astrophotographer Terry Maurice has kindly given his permission to share the brilliant photo that accompanies this posting. For more images..
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. – Carl Sagan Inexpressible cosmic beauty…and empty space: A Tanka poem A flash of wonder, Andromeda, galactic, Colours so divine. Spectacular illusion: Artifice fills empty space. Tanka poems follow a set of rules. They all have five lines, and each line..
We need beauty because it makes us yearn to be worthy of it. -Mary Oliver Posted here is just one example of the brilliant photography of Lorne Coughlin, the inspiration for this modest poem. Ruby throated hummingbird with dahlia: A Tanka poem A hovering pause, A dazzling floral stopover, Beauty in stasis,..
Black and white in colour: A Tanka poem I have no clue What draws me to this image, Any theory is askew. This starkness lies within me A cosmos of dreams… not new. https://121clicks.com/inspirations/the-sound-of-silence-black-and-white-photography-george-digalakis Tanka poems follow a set of rules. They all have five lines and each line follows a pattern:..
The Hummingbird: A Tanka Poem For Leigh Bateman Hummingbirds flutter Hovering above the abyss. My wings are broken, Turbulence before collapse, Bright colours before the crash. This poem is dedicated to my good friend Leigh Bateman, a birder par excellence. The poem was inspired by the work of art you see posted as..
Avian and human grief …a cinquain poem Owl grieves… A loss of mate; We mourn, anticipate A certain fate … Bereavement is To come. https://chirpforbirds.com/bird-brain/do-birds-have-feelings/ “There are many instances of birds expressing grief and even engaging in mourning rituals, showing that sadness isn’t just a human state. It’s interesting to note that birds exhibit..