Imagine a garden of cosmic sights
gargantuan in its scope,
a fertile field of celestial delights,
to carry on with the trope.
There gravity trellises stellar made
for astral toddlers to climb
are fashioning every galactic glade
as starlets bloom over time.
This garden replete with prismatic hues
has foliage trimmed in shapes
designed into realms of dramatic views
where musing stargazers traipse.
We find topiary artistic forms,
which burgeon from stars that die
as huge planetary nebulae storms,
like great Gardens of Versailles
an outer space adaption I mean
with flora arranged parterre,
perhaps ornamentally Byzantine,
from star evolution flare.
Could there be gazebos in copses graced
with glorious gingko trees
all gilded in maidenhair raiment taste,
embowered to poets please?
Chromatic spectra of colors may stir
our visions to untold flights
where fairytales effloresce, as it were,
in manifold rainbow heights.
But how will this garden supernal get
the dampening which it needs?
What kind of colossal watering jet
can drizzle on cosmic seeds?
Indeed, just the nebula has been found
to help the vast garden thrive
on measureless metaphorical ground
and keep stellar plants alive.
As ‘Garden-sprinkler' the nebula's known,
it's planetary so-called,
by Camera Three Hubble's Wide Field shown
with reaches enormous sprawled.
The S-shaped jets have velocity fast,
bipolar in their outflows,
which puzzle scientists present and past
though recent theory goes
that they are created by central source
ejecting gaseous streams,
each one rotating in opposite course,
precessing in lengthy schemes
of stretches of time a thousand years long,
like garden sprinkler immense,
within Sagittarius Archer throng
midst the starry wonders dense.
The braided filaments might bring to mind
our twisting DNA strands
or even the tidy spider's entwined
domain of gossamer lands.
From tiny to Brobdingnagian big
the sequences replicate,
including humanity's lively jig
which steps to the tune of fate.
Thus fantasies flash, as clouds in the sky
seem figures we recognize,
akin to the ‘Garden-sprinkler' on high,
enormous in sweep and size.
Yet let us come down to earth in a way
although empyreal still
by citing impressionist Claude Monet
whose paintings the senses thrill.
In nature tribute, ‘My garden is my
most beautiful art, " he claimed,
‘my masterpiece', and his works testify
to love for that garden famed.
When searching the cosmos, it becomes clear
that far as the seekers see
no haven for humans other than here
seems fitting for such as we.
An old man in ‘Les Misérables' said
his own well-being required,
‘a garden to stroll and stars overhead,
what was there left he desired? '
Our species bedeviled with discontent
is dwelling on dear dot blue
in rare mortal moment that's heaven-sent—
if only we knew it's true.
Fascinating poem on a fascinating anomaly, I love the metaphysical metaphors In this brilliant work, absolutely adore the change of pace with the sudden questions...bud how will this garden get the supernal get the dampening that it needs. What kind of colossal watering jet can drizzle on cosmic seeds? ! ! Brilliant! ! ! I will have to read this again and again, one of your best!
I truly appreciate your wonderful words! As a constant reader of my poems I’m exceedingly pleased that you find this ‘one of my best’, which shows me that I haven’t lost my touch! Thank you so much for your enthusiastic response!
Lovely. We are not alone ma'am. Nature abhors a vacuum. What we lack is tech fast enough to take light tears into the cosmos. In the vastness of the universe to think we are the only ones is myopic. That is why we need to focus on science. The politics of religion slows us down
I agree that we are in all probability not alone in the universe and my poem did not imply that. I also think we should focus on science in these matters. But I also feel that we need to examine our priorities. As to another habitable place for humans in the universe, we have not found one. And it is crucial for us value, preserve, and protect our marvelous Earth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've painted a carpet of celestial images (in poetic form) that engulfs the reader in a sparkling world of imagination. Great job and thanks for sharing. : -)
Your eloquent comment is practically a poem in itself. Thank you so much for reading it and responding!