In Other Words Poem by elysabeth faslund

My wife just told me the weather will be screwed up for another week because they re enter today...I'd like to know when the weather isn't screwed up. By the way...my tinfoil hat is bent....I'm having trouble picking up any other galaxy but the Whitehouse....at 4400.

WHOAH, brillant thought here....Myself, am not much for this space program.Call it crazy but I think it has messed up the atmosphere and therefore our change of Seasons, and most importanly, we need to take care of things on earth...That money could be used to feed and house and help homeless here and in other countries......That's just me......marci.xo

Wow...I think I've met a very deep thinker here! ! This is an intriguing thought...I quite enjoyed this analogy! Hugs, Dee

Your imagation knows no limits and way beyond my 'Extensions'. You certainly provide a new meaning of the oneness of our universe in so few other words. Our universe continues to shrink as we get to know it.

So potent in its brevity. I'm very impressed. Hugs Anna xxx

Very trim and succinct. On the micro end of the glass there are particles so delicate that we can't observe them because shining a light to take a look would destroy the object of our inquiry.

You are right of course in the verse yet I think others have long since known our's we can only hope it was worth all there trouble may this Shuttle find in safety a way down.

Your thoughts run deep for an earthbound. I wonder, this needle we plunge into the veins of the next shuttle, is it welcomed there or are we forcing ourselves on a peaceful galaxy untouched by the outside world and loving it. Maybe we should save our money and concentrate on matters of this earth. This is a remarkable piece of work.--Melvina--

quite interesting poem, who knows what may happen tomorrow, i do appreciate

And when it agglutinates - God only knows what will be the result! You have placed each word with care and precision. The result is earth-shattering and compulsive! love, Allie xxxx