limitless purple black
trying to focus on
just one star.
I am dizzied
and humbled.
I don’t have the right
to look up
and examine them
as though they were
specimens
in a laboratory,
for I am temporary
and replaceable,
inconsequential,
while the stars
are unreachable,
indestructible,
lasting longer than
the stones we use
to understand time.
I look up
into that massive
dark silence,
wondering if
someone
out there
is trying to find
me.
Hi Buddah! This is such an interesting poem--on the one hand, we feel so puny compared to the stars--on the other, we wonder whether there is someone looking out for us--this is how humans are, I think--very human! Thanks for the lovely poem. k. (Manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteThanks, yes I feel puny many days.
DeleteI love the final question - it so encapsulates our reaching out for something beyond our understanding.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind comment on my poem.
My pleasure... yes, I think always reaching is our natural state.
DeleteOh, wow...Buddah...I love the BIG/small. And your closing. Excellent star poem, I think.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hannah! Funny, but I don't remember what I was thinking when I wrote this.
Delete***I look up
ReplyDeleteinto that massive
dark silence,
wondering if
someone
out there
is trying to find
me.***
beautiful line...
Thanks, like I wrote, I don't know where that came from, so I sez thanks.
Delete'for I am temporary
ReplyDeleteand replaceable...' ain't that the truth--but you seem to transcend it with the hope in those last lines.
Thanks, so much.
DeleteI love this. Especially since we both know He was always looking, and so happy to be with you. :)
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, I'm so happy to be reading you again, my talented friend.
True dat, De. He never walks away from us, it's we who step away. Thanks, and I've been enjoying your writing too, mi amiga.
ReplyDeleteI really like this, especially how the last stanza counters the stanza that says "I am temporary and replaceable." For if someone is really trying to find "us" (writer/reader) out there like a star, it seems we are not so easily replaceable.
ReplyDeleteThanks for that different perspective on this. Mosk
Deleteif
ReplyDeletesomeone
out there
is trying to find
me... and hoping it is so. Lovely poem
I believe we are all being sought be at least one other :) thanks, Mosk
DeleteI love this from first word to last. It encapsulates just how it feels when we look up at the stars. I, too, love the closing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry glad you could feel it. Mosk
Deletethis is such a perfect meditation, luv the humility and the awe
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in to read mine
much love...
Thank you for noticing humility and awe, Mosk
DeleteThis is a very wistful and contemplative poem! Really so much to ponder when one looks UP.
ReplyDeleteThis is so peaceful, Mosk.
ReplyDeleteI really like best the thinking of a single star as a specimen and seeing it as wrong/impossible. Fascinating write.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is peaceful. We take our inner universe and lift it to the sky with questions knowing the answers won't come. Beautiful piece
ReplyDeleteYou are star stuff. You matter. xx
ReplyDeleteDo you think? Maybe! Though possibly not for peaceful visiting.
ReplyDeletedang, I wonder that, too. cool pen ~
ReplyDeleteI get that dizzy feeling when I look into the night sky. This is beautiful.
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