Once Upon A Swirling Nebula

[thecrazybeautiful]

The other day in science class my teacher said "swirling nebula." I don't remember exactly what she was saying, but those two words really stuck out in my mind. So here's my science poetry. I don't like it. Oh well.

Once Upon A Swirling Nebula

Up on the shelf
cold and dusty is the fashion.
Rock bottom is the point of no return.

Broken things form complex worlds
structured from wings of a thought.
Chalking them over just seems right.

The theory was born
spiraling down through open space.
The shelf could only exist as a bore.

Spheres are turning now
just to face and to be faced.
A dive can change rock bottom to vast spaces.

Cold and dusty are no more
now that madness works with method.
One explosion is a work of art.

Broken things remain broken
though pieces are closer together.
Some puzzles aren't meant to be solved.

[Laura]

I like your love poems better ... they seem much more personal, even if they aren't. However, I did like these lines:

"just to face and to be faced.
A dive can change rock bottom to vast spaces."

and

"One explosion is a work of art."

--hell yes, that's right.

[Only Me]

It leaves room for interpretation. I love that about poetry.