Confronting the Alien
I might as well have come from another rock
circling a different star-
where the light falls sharp and unforgiving-
conveyed by a trick of propulsion and life support.
I find Vermeer and Bach and feel
for a moment a shower of my own world's
prismatics. You show me Degas
and play a little Schubert.
We are epochs and parsecs apart.
Nonetheless, I love the way your face
displays the gentler spectrum
of where you come from.
circling a different star-
where the light falls sharp and unforgiving-
conveyed by a trick of propulsion and life support.
I find Vermeer and Bach and feel
for a moment a shower of my own world's
prismatics. You show me Degas
and play a little Schubert.
We are epochs and parsecs apart.
Nonetheless, I love the way your face
displays the gentler spectrum
of where you come from.
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I'm not sure I understand all the implications here but I like the concept, style, and form plus I agree with the choice of Vermeer and Bach over Degas and Schubert. Although I don't think they are epochs and parsecs apart, I like your ending, which is part of what I'm not so sure about Because I'm not too bright to begin with.
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Strange and haunting. Had to google parsec. It wasn't what I thought.
This one appeals to me more with every reading.
I love the way you're able to weave art and science. It's hard to do well. You have a way of making it work.
I like the wrapping of science and art. Metaphysical.*
Yes to this piece.
Something about this, Gary..it's very good! *
Thanks to everyone for reading and your commentary. I am very grateful.
yes. like this a lot.*
Thanks, James.
This speaks of beauty in another's presence in a very unique way.
Thanks, Gloria.
Gary, watch out for those that play a little Schubert. *