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November 2009 
It Is Rocket Science
Posted on Apr 22nd, 2009
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Did it always begin with a Big-Bang?
before that,
coming and going
under the bed
the dust gathers
feathers in a teapot
A light brew, with a twist of flight
The Scientests were Mad all along.
The universe does expand
in the bottom of my stormy teacup
spilling rocket fuel over the edges
sparking drama
the light seering in your eyes
Ideas on fire
my mind rains in ashes
Birds say their special prayers by wing and air.
before that,
coming and going
under the bed
the dust gathers
feathers in a teapot
A light brew, with a twist of flight
The Scientests were Mad all along.
The universe does expand
in the bottom of my stormy teacup
spilling rocket fuel over the edges
sparking drama
the light seering in your eyes
Ideas on fire
my mind rains in ashes
Birds say their special prayers by wing and air.
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that picture stopped me in my tracks but the poem is even better.
Thanks Nicole, Little pieces of this came together from the far reaches of my mind, but one of them was this joke.
A little boy came downstairs crying late one night.
“What's wrong?” asked his mother.
“Do people really come from dust, like they said in church?” he sobbed.
“In a way they do,” said his mother.
“And when they die so they turn back to dust?”
“Yes, they do.”
The little boy began to cry again. “Well, under my bed there's someone either coming or going.”
Oh Shanti! Thanks for that one… at least one part of the enigma revealed!
Sweet, Shanti. Rocket science never looked this poetic. And lol, love that little story.
Okay maybe it's rocket poetry then! And Poetry might have to be the science of word play. But if it can lift you up and carry you to a new destination, perhaps it is all linked somehow. :)