Yearning again
The following is a poem I posted here a year and a half ago. A friend reminded me of it and I re-read it and decided to post it again.
Danger signals in the sky
flying disks and meteors
curtains of light,
aurora borealis,
Divination or polarization?
Wandering minstrels in the sky,
Intergalactic mischief on high?
I wonder why we fathom
deep space and far away stars
and here on earth
our gossamer dreams and hopes
fail to take flight,
or, at least float on wings
like butterflies reading poetry.
How I wish upon a star,
as if I could so childish be
and grow in faith decently
all at the same time.
Mortality surrounds me like gravity,
holding me to age limits
and time and space,
place and being,
here and now,
all of which I understand
no less than I can imagine.
Let me go and do what I want
fly up high and fall right down
see that light in the tunnel over there,
watch and wait in achefulness,
bending close and listening
to that inner voice, the child
who refuses to grow up.
How splendid mighty physics,
you let us conceive of light years
and black holes
and while these might be quite lovely in theory
what could it possibly mean to me,
Earthbound for a flicker of eternity.
(Written Nov. 12, 2000)
Wow! Our Karma is matching this evening! I wrote in my diary that reason has nothing to do with faith. Faith is a relationship. I feel rather like a psychic right now! Love,
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Time and life change us. Months or years later we are not the same person we were before.
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That is the most amazing thing about humans, that most are in a constant state of flux, of change.
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This poem occupies my mind! Life is a great puzzle box that takes our spirits to exciting flights and wonder. “Here below to live is to change” says C. Newman. You express it so well!…listening to that inner voice, the child who refuses to grow up!…what could these interesting theories mean to me…? Indeed, what do they mean to us, here for only a flicker of eternity? Inspiring words!
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Could words give us the answers? This makes me also think of K. Gibran…words, wordlessness and meanings! He says: “In the dept of my soul is a wordless song” and,…”Wisdom is not in words, wisdom is meaning within words!”….and your poem keeps me busy! :o) Have a peacefull evening,
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Fly up high…
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I like this. “like butterflies reading poetry” is a cool line. I don’t really like the rhyme of the second stanza, but I have a thing against end-rhyme. I’d critique more but I hate doing so over OD 🙂 This was a really nice poem, thank you.
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The compliment has more validity coming from you, and your entries that seem to be tailored so carefully, word for word, sometimes aging years (as this poem here). Thanks. In terms of my self-analysis, I’ve become resigned to the idea that it’s not going to go away. I wrote a poem not so long ago with the exact same title as this one. Good job, is my limited, however sincere imput.
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You know, I read this at least three times and see I didn’t leave a note. Ridiculous. I need to turn my IMs back on, I miss you. xxoo,
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I like it… The poem sorta hints at many hidden truths. I’m of a mind to believe that anything we’ve witnessed in our entire lifetimes is only the tip of the iceberg. Sorry it took a while to respond to your notes. They didn’t go unappreciated. 🙂
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like FIM I read this a couple of times – it was particularily striking in that I’ve been out photographing the heavens for a school project for one of the kids – planets in allignment and all – and in the middle of one shoot, sat a shooting star that burned across the entire night sky. made me think of how small I reall am.
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you may want to return to my last entry, in which you noted me. witness anarchy invade my life….. that thing about suspense; you have no idea how you nailed the bullseye.
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I particularly like the ending!
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