Contributor Posts

Here I sit,
counting my blessings, once more.
How lucky I have been, in life,
yet I still want more.

More relationships,
I realize, I may be reaching,
for something, not possible.
I will keep on searching.

Dragon tails,
come into play,
when a Wizard
left, running away.

He couldn't
cast any spells.
Where he went?
No one tells.

When your mind is open
and imagination runs free.
There is nothing to stop you,
unless it's not within thee.

My thoughts
are racing to scenes.
Afloat in a Sea
of broken dreams.

Dreams my wife had,
about what we would do,
when retirement came,
and have a trip or two.

Those days were numbered,
we didn't know,
she'd have lung cancer,
and away we would go,

to 10 years of Dementia,
a most challenging scene,
of my beloved's life,
Alzheimer's destroying dream.

Now it's all over,
she passed away.
I remain here, alone,
waiting for judgement day.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Not the James Webb Space Telescope's latest view of a distant galactic nebula, this cloud of gas and dust dazzled spacecoast skygazers on March 3. The telephoto snapshot was taken minutes after the launch of a Falcon 9 rocket on the SpaceX Crew-8 mission to the International Space Station. It captures plumes and exhaust from the separated first and second stages, a drifting Rorschach pattern in dark evening skies. The bright spot near bottom center within the stunning terrestrial nebulosity is the second stage engine firing to carry 4 humans to space in the Crew Dragon spacecraft Endeavour. In sharp silhouette just above it is the Falcon 9 first stage booster orienting itself for return to a landing zone at Cape Canaveral, planet Earth. This reuseable first stage booster was making its first flight. But the Crew Dragon Endeavour capsule has flown humans to low Earth orbit and back again 4 times before. Endeavour, as a name for a spacecraft, has also seen reuse, christening retired Space Shuttle Endeavour and the Apollo 15 command module.

Photo by Michael Seeley

Emotions,
running hot or cold.
Emotions,
new and old.

My emotions mired,
in an ugly mess.
My physical condition,
is under stress.

Innermost, the corners
of my mind,
Lie deep emotions,
which I'll find.

Loss of love,
at deepest point,
surpassing grief,
do not anoint.

An old fool, in action,
is a sight to see,
for his emotional response,
is like torching a tree.

I am an old fool.
I know I am,
but in my view of me,
I'm still a young man.

I seek not the people,
near me, for they are old.
I'm not attracted physically,
my feeling is cold.

I don't believe I'm better,
I hope you see,
for what I seek,
is certainly not thee.

Whirling winds,
racing through Willows.
The end of Winter, a
prelude to Spring.
Flowers will bloom,
wrens will sing.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What kind of celestial object is this? A relatively normal galaxy -- but seen from its edge. Many disk galaxies are actually just as thin as NGC 5866, the Spindle galaxy, pictured here, but are not seen edge-on from our vantage point. A perhaps more familiar galaxy seen edge-on is our own Milky Way galaxy. Also cataloged as M102, the Spindle galaxy has numerous and complex dust lanes appearing dark and red, while many of the bright stars in the disk give it a more blue underlying hue. The blue disk of young stars can be seen in this Hubble image extending past the dust in the extremely thin galactic plane. There is evidence that the Spindle galaxy has cannibalized smaller galaxies over the past billion years or so, including multiple streams of faint stars, dark dust that extends away from the main galactic plane, and a surrounding group of galaxies (not shown). In general, many disk galaxies become thin because the gas that forms them collides with itself as it rotates about the gravitational center. The Spindle galaxy lies about 50 million light years distant toward the constellation of the Dragon (Draco).

My mind will heal,
what my heart cannot see,
using those memories,
of what used to be.

Memories of happiness,
memories of we,
when we loved others,
and when I loved thee.

Why do the memories,
so precious to we,
vanish this quickly,
fading into infinity?

God, how I wish,
I could go to see,
when happiness was measured,
by my love for thee.