Space is My Mistress

Space is my Mistress,
and she beckons my return.
Since our departure I think of you
and yearn to fly across the heavens arm in arm.
I marvel at your figure,
defined by the edges of continents.
You gaze at me with turquoise eyes,
perhaps mistaken for ocean atolls.
You tease me to fall into your bosom,
sculptured by tectonic rifts,
only to move away as if playing some tantalizing game.
Time and time we turn together,
through day, and night, and day,
repeating encounters every 90 minutes with a freshness,
as if we have never seen our faces before.
We stroll outside together,
enveloped by naked cosmos,
filled with desire to be one.
So close,
you sense my every breath,
which masks your stare through visor haze.
We dance on the swirls of cloud tops,
while skirting the islands of blue.
You know my heart beats fast for you.
Oh, Space is my mistress,
and when our orbits coincide,
we will once again make streaks of aurora across the sky.

Don Petit, 2012

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A Valentine that is Technically a Sonnet

How do I love thee? Let me quantify the ways.
I loved thee when first I observed thy configuration,
And I jumped to an excited state.
Before I met thee, I was a free radical,
But thou has made me more stable.
I loved thy reaction when a jewel (joule?) I shocked thee with.
We bonded and are now at equilibrium in the combined state.

Thou makest me feel almost noble.
I love thee for the children thou hast generated,
Who daily prove the second law of thermodynamics.
I love thee this Valentine’s Day, February 14,
Which incidentally is Jimmy Hoffa’s birthday.
I tell thee how I love thee,
That our love may never be reduced.

by Lowell T. Christensen

Collected from


A lovely poem about the night sky…..

writing in north norfolk

starry memory
observing constellations
ancient dot-to-dot
the night sky shifted and bathed
the sea with spectral shimmer

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Image result for northern lights north norfolk coastImage found on

My response to Carpe Diem #1264 Borealis (Northern Lights)

This month Carpe Diem celebrates its fifth anniversary, for which Chèvrefeuille has chosen a variety of themes and prompts from past posts in a trip down memory-lane, as well as music at the weekends.

This Sunday, the first musical prompt, entitled ‘borealis’, is by the composer Peter Crowley. I have reworked a combination of a poem and a haiku I posted last year into a new tanka.

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Bubble Universes

Just found a new (to this blog) Science poet. Enjoy!




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Our universe may be embedded in

a bulk containing other bubble realms,

while we are just a hologram within.

The implication is what overwhelms.

Quantum Nonlocality (Multiverse), Colliding Bubble Universes - Parallel Universe Wormhole, Holographic Fractal Structure, Infinite Synchronicity - Infinite Quantum Zen (1)

Though this explains why gravity’s perverse,

our cosmos, then, is not the whole shebang.

Are we part of a frothy multi-verse

where one’s black hole is another’s Big Bang?


Is our universe the one that God meant

or just one result of experiment?


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Carbon Connection

Carbon comes in many forms
Hard as diamond, soft as soot
Coal or graphite when we write
And fancy fullerine to boot.

Carbon chains are straight or branched
Or closed to form a ring
Organic compounds these are called
Parts for life they bring.

Coal and oil and fuel gas
Once mined they have much worth
These reservoirs of energy
Were once alive on earth.

When carbon joins with oxygen
It’s either two or one
The double causes drinks to fizz
The single one? you’re gone.

I mean carbon dioxide’s fairly good
Most days it is our friend
But carbon monoxide’s something else
One miss can mean the end.
–by Peter Elias

Collected from the excellent Windows to the Universe  site

Matter and antimatter in a limerick!

And Then There Were Photons
by William Rolnick

An electron, while trav’ling in space,
Met a positron there “face-to-face.”
The electron then sighed,
At the sight of his bride
And they “died” in a loving embrace.

An electron is matter, the positron anti-matter. If they meet —BANG!

Another limerick from the 1996 limerick competition held by the American Physical Society. The complete collection of winners can be found at

Halfway to Pluto

I’m halfway to Pluto and Earth doesn’t know
The trials of travel in space as we go

With thrust to our backs while we speed on our way
The blue dot of Earth becomes fainter each day

When earthly horizons slip from your view
The color of loneliness changes its hue

And a radio call to our mission control
Takes nearly a day to just say hello

Yet our boss back on Earth abstract from our flight
Has no understanding of our minds in this plight

The Siren’s of Space singing songs for our souls
Try to tempt us to ruin on the reef of black holes

The singing of songs in space is a dream
For better or worse, you can’t hear a scream

Over eyes with wax patches, we resist Siren’s call
Thus avoiding the reef and escaping the fall

Our families back home make do while we’re gone
With or without us their life does go on

For the future of Earth and the human race
The final frontier we seek will be space

Our minds thus expand into places unknown
I’m halfway to Pluto but never alone

Don Pettit
Node 2, Deck 5

Originally posted on NASA blog 24 March 2012, reposted 9 July 2015, five days before NASA’s New Horizon spacecraft made its closest approach to Pluto.