Tweaking the light from Quasars

She was destined for high
minded things,
called across the universe
to tweak the spectrum
of light
from Quasars

 

Wrapped in perfumed
ambition,
like a swath of wild
honey suckles
twirling their way toward the light

 

Bound by nothing but sky
and stars,
till the fabric of galaxies were fully
untwirled
like strands of DNA

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

patriciajj – "perfumed ambitions" lifted me to a new place

 

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How could I have missed this?

How could I have missed this? I could feel the ascension in each stellar line. You answered the call of infinity, dear poet. Gorgeous work. Thank you kindly for the acknowledgment. 

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The rooms of your mysterious mansion

 

Your words are like musical notes – that create an ascending stairway. I walk up those stairs to explore the rooms of your mysterious mansion.

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Gorgeous! I wish wrote it!

Gorgeous! I wish wrote it! Maybe I did in a subconscious breeze and you caught it? Nice dream! Oh well I never did wear envy well. Well done! I loved it! Hugss


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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Jouncing to the Jazz

Maybe we’re floating on the same harmonic frequency – jouncing to the jazz of the same congruent tune.

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I really like this.

I really like this.


Starward

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The updraughts of inspiration

 

You’ve got to ride the updraughts of inspiration wherever you find them – and see where they take you.