I refuse to accept Pluto's resignation as a planet.
I am as much of an astronomy geek as it is possible to be without actually knowing anything about astronomy. You can tell that I like NASA from all my NASA posts. I was ridiculously excited last month when my family and I went to a Hubble lecture at the National Air & Space Museum. In honor of New Horizons' journey to Pluto, we have space poems this week:
Now that no one looking
by Adam Kirsch
Now that no one looking at the night—
Sky blanked by leakage from electric lamps
And headlights prowling through the parking lot
Could recognize the Babylonian dance
That once held every gazer; now that spoons
And scales, and swordsmen battling with beasts
read the rest here
The Falling Star
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
A passel of space poems by Elaine Magliaro
Kimberly Moran is the Poetry Friday host this week.