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The Answer: Accretion

This stellar happening
(with which arose the planet)
accumulates vast quantities
of ever-orbiting fragments
then spews the dust heavenward,
for us to see as blue.

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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This was a poem I wrote for the contest here some years ago. I thought I would post it again since I am happy to see that contests have returned. I think it won, but I can't recall! I also don't remember if there was a form and it is not an immediately recognizable form to me, so I've marked it as free verse, but it could be something else. I haven't written poetry in ages, and I had lost this poem for years before I was finally able to dig it up after some hours of scouring the internet for it. Now that it's been unearthed, I'd be happy to bring new life into it with a revision.
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wondered where that blue came from! Seriously, I would like to see this expanded. I'm not sure how, but think it might make the beginning of a poem about astronauts. ~ Geezer.

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The following is a piece of NASA explanation why the sky is blue.
"Sunlight reaches Earth's atmosphere and is scattered in all directions by all the gases and particles in the air. Blue light is scattered in all directions by the tiny molecules of air in Earth's atmosphere. Blue is scattered more than other colors because it travels as shorter, smaller waves. This is why we see a blue sky most of the time."

So, you poetic musing of why blue is scientifically agreeable.
The problem with me though is that I am allergic to the stellar dust. LOL.


see also wiki on Lord Rayliegh
or Raliegh
the our atmosphere
the wavelenghts reaching
on our thin bottom of gas
are the scattered wavelenghts
I often think of the blind
never seeing color
what feeling is the sky too them

My great fear is going blind
my eyes got bad last while
who knows

when we feel trapped boxed
in....remember we have so
many feelings
so much perceptions
then just the focus
that becomes the quest
or obsession

thank u!

love this


Lovely to see you again....
awesome write - I love it.... lol great crit eh?
Sorry, I have nothing to offer.... and unlike gee, I don't think it needs any elaboration...
love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

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