From high above the earth, it gazes far;
across the cosmos, into reaches vast,
revealing truths of who and where we are,
unlocking new found secrets of the past.
The telescope helps put us in our place
as insects on the universal stage.
Some creatures that we call the human race
are but a smudge on time's eternal page.
But what if by an oddball quirk of fate
some space junk hit the instrument, and then
its gaze was turned back on our planet great,
to view the antics of this mob of men?
Would it lament what's going on below—
this pointless, angry, futile hubbleshow?
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Author Notes
Today's word: hubbleshow (n.) a noisy uproar, a riot.
Upon seeing the word of the day, I immediately knew, whatever theme the poem might take, the "eye in the sky" had to be part of the story.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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