Monday, April 06, 2015

Just One Star

I look into the
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.

28 comments:

  1. 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)

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    1. Thanks, yes I feel puny many days.

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  2. I love the final question - it so encapsulates our reaching out for something beyond our understanding.

    Thank you for the kind comment on my poem.

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    1. My pleasure... yes, I think always reaching is our natural state.

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  3. Oh, wow...Buddah...I love the BIG/small. And your closing. Excellent star poem, I think.

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    1. Thanks, Hannah! Funny, but I don't remember what I was thinking when I wrote this.

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  4. ***I look up
    into that massive
    dark silence,
    wondering if
    someone
    out there
    is trying to find
    me.***

    beautiful line...

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    1. Thanks, like I wrote, I don't know where that came from, so I sez thanks.

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  5. 'for I am temporary
    and replaceable...' ain't that the truth--but you seem to transcend it with the hope in those last lines.

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  6. I love this. Especially since we both know He was always looking, and so happy to be with you. :)

    Speaking of which, I'm so happy to be reading you again, my talented friend.

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  7. 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.

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  8. I 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.

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    1. Thanks for that different perspective on this. Mosk

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  9. if
    someone
    out there
    is trying to find
    me... and hoping it is so. Lovely poem

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    1. I believe we are all being sought be at least one other :) thanks, Mosk

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  10. I 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.

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    1. Thanks, Sherry glad you could feel it. Mosk

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  11. this is such a perfect meditation, luv the humility and the awe

    thanks for dropping in to read mine

    much love...

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    1. Thank you for noticing humility and awe, Mosk

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  12. This is a very wistful and contemplative poem! Really so much to ponder when one looks UP.

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  13. This is so peaceful, Mosk.

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  14. I really like best the thinking of a single star as a specimen and seeing it as wrong/impossible. Fascinating write.

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  15. Yes, this is peaceful. We take our inner universe and lift it to the sky with questions knowing the answers won't come. Beautiful piece

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  16. You are star stuff. You matter. xx

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  17. Do you think? Maybe! Though possibly not for peaceful visiting.

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  18. dang, I wonder that, too. cool pen ~

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  19. I get that dizzy feeling when I look into the night sky. This is beautiful.

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