Across the oblique road corner from where I was placed on the diner seat, suffocating in the spiciness of the meal, I jerked my hand to someone outside the window glass, Thinking it was you! All I wanted you to know is that I was still there, in case you were able to make it today before Sunday! I fell captive in a momentary urge that caught me in the most unprolific substantial tendency of waving my hand to someone I thought I knew. I assume Halloween was still predominant in the air; playing tricks on the mind. But she looked like you; the width of shoulders and hair, with almost the same face. I whispered words to myself, that only I could hear. I think she knew I was mistaken, but I was still excited to see her! She left with someone else, the last thing I saw was a little smile in her eyes… she grew further and further away, but your spirit was still all around me.
Through the passage of time’s memory The universe declares all sensory By the means of energetic spectrum Along the chronology of wisdom For the liveliness of its lucid mass Materializing like transparent glass Thereby an intense profusion of guise Tinting sundry colours into the eyes While embodying magnetism in display Through its penetrating, cryptic way In all things; among darkness and daylight Hence pure quiddity resides at its might The sublime source of Energy’s empire Alternating between both ice and fire.
For all the faces of a crystal They are all made of stones Conserving its sacred essential In many dimensions and tones Inside mountain bones Under the laws of heat On lands and in all seas So wherever it lays, its gleam will greet Like fruits of bliss found on trees For the beauty it admits, pleases all it sees As a crystal holds protection And from Earth’s essence it stems Through the journey of compression Producing life with gems That comply to ancient tastes, and to all modern trends Gems are gifts indeed Out of Earth’s crystal seed
Serene spherical story semblance Tripled times till tomorrow’s topics Amused amid archaic amazements Descrying demeanors during drudges Of omens omitted over one’s own opinions Bricks, broken bones, brine bonkers Love lasts long lest laden, lavish lies Haggard, hindered hearts’ hurting Nattering nouns; nine nuances Papery production paradigm.
Painting credit: Norman Rockwell, “Behind the Newspaper”
As life formation began in space, with theory of relativity to put it all in place From Mercury to Neptune, in opposite ways Running circles in an endless race As each has a separate phase Of various states, weights, and rates More like siblings, relatives, and mates Grounded by the holy Sun’s grace; With a Moon celebrating Earth’s face Inspiring the night as it sings and plays To evoke the essence of all Earth’s waves Like emotions, weathers, nights and days The family of space recites all fates abiding to the law of time and dates As space history to time relates In the Milky Way of our Earth’s case
Poetry by Farah A.Y
Space Family
I will share my belief on what a space family is:
Since the Sun of our Solar system is the source of life, the igniter, the stabilizing force of life. in other words, the father of our solar system, it is the light that we are in constant need of reaching, and achieving throughout our life’s endeavors. This has been the case since ancient philosophies and civilizations; stating that the Sun is the source of life, a Devine power—a deity.
Earth is not a lonely planet. Earth has siblings, and relatives. There is a whole history (tree) of planetary family in the vast space.
The moon is equivalent to the mother figure. A source of inspiration, that stirs up the essence of life’s waves, causing change, birth and rebirth. The moon is the mother of our earth; she watches over the earth at night, and she controls the Earth’s cries through its influence on sea and ocean tides.
The other planets surrounding the Earth are important in keeping each other in balance. As siblings proving support for one another.
The story of our Universe is the story of our lives. We are only replicating the stories decoded in our genes out into our visible world . We are designed to do it in that sense. Besides the Darwinian Theory, which adds to making us social beings.
I wonder what goes inside a flying saucer… I doubt it’s all just mere buttons to press.. What if it’s led, from a distance far ahead? Like an eye flying over our heads..
Scanning our thoughts like a needle, whose eye is accessed with a thread For our earth is diverse and not feeble Which inspires distant worlds to infest
And our oceans are rich with information Which may be clues from those guests Are they around us, but invisible to see? Living among us, in an indulgent of spree?
They could be within us, but who knows who they may be As we all are but visitors on this planet of the sea Yet there will always be an opportunity To dive more into a celestial foresee
