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For an opinionated woman such as I, blogging is an excellent outlet. This is one of many fori that I use to bloviate. Enjoy! Comment on my commentary.

Stardust III

Let's face it, I don't get the 
Science. It's the poetry of
Stardust running through
Our veins, pumping iron
To redden our blood; the
Chemistry eludes but then
Alludes to include us all, 
All of us universely in the
Universe. In each other.
We are all part and particle Embodiments of the stars Exploding in our veins, in 
Us. Chemically we unite
With star dust, with every
One, all of us as one. We 
Are all star dust come to 
Life. That's the science, and
The poetry. To be star dust
Is to be human. To shine.

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

Dusted

What do you and I have 
In common? Is it all the
Molecules or chemicals
Or DNA, or atoms, or is
It the wide vast universe
That unites us in who we
Are, in our being human.
Humanity is dusted by a
Debris from stars that 
Imploded or exploded. 
We are made of stardust.

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

Star dust

The scientist is speaking of
Grief, and larger things, like
Life, too. We all have this one
Thing in common. There is a
Single theme linking all of us.
The chemicals that form you
Also course through me. DNA
RNA it all comes from the wide
Universe. So, as solid as we are, 
We are all star dust. We are the
Embodiment of the debris that
Stars leave all over the galaxies.
Isn't that a thing to ponder? You
And I, as disparate as we are: we
Are star dust. Galactic detritus,
Beautiful and formed to think
And wonder; to ponder in awe

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

Perchance

My thoughts transform objects into
Mythological shapes. The pillow a
Shield. I am grasping at straws. In
My defense, my medieval dreams
Protect me. I stave off the attacks
Of spears or dragons. I will awake
To reality and there, the nightmare

Lucky

Life should be a gift everyday
Not just Thursdays or the day
The sun is shining but even if
It's overcast or cloudy. It's life 
Man. Enjoy it for all the joy of
Every color of the sky, of each
Blade of grass and the tulips
When they pop out of loam 
At the foot of a tree, yellow
Or red. I love the ones that I
Think are purple but it's the
Black ones that are rare. If
It's July and there aren't any
Tulips to enjoy, the buzzing
Bees are making honey or
We can pick blueberries or
Eat bananas and cream or
Bagels or sniff the lilacs if
Roses aren't in our yards.
We can shamble with the
Best of 'em until our dream
Merits the.expectation to
Call.us the best, brightest
Upcoming or was there and
Moving on, variety is peak
Fortitude, the maximum of
Everything we sample and
Try. Life is.up for grabs so
Let's grab the day and be
Present for all of it. Dark
Or gloomy or as cheerful
As uncle Harry at a party
Surrounded by favorites
Seeing my mum or your
Dad. Make everyday full
Of joy or adventure. It's
As if you care and want
More. Appreciate each
Day while life shares its
Gifts with you, sunshine 
Or clouded, silent or loud.

In love

I say I love you, 
And yes it's true.
I love you. Now
More than ever
I did. More in 
Every way. I am
Deeply in love.
I am there for
You to protect
You; to minister.
You were my
Precious one
Always. I fell
Hard. I fell for
You as never
For anyone. I
Had crushes.
Of course. A 
Boy turned my
Head or held
My interest. It
Was never this
Intense. I am 
Completely as
Besotted today
As I was when
Our love was
Young and new.
I say I love you
And yes it's true.

A painting in the darkness

The rooftops, my rooftops have
An Edward Hopper loneliness.
No one lives on a roof, that's an
Of course, so, of course it is a
Lonely landscape. Unpopulated.
We look out upon many signs of
Life. Glimmering lights shine in
High-rise windows. Apartment
Buildings encircle the rooftops
At a not-too distant length. It's 
Near enough to feel as if they
Are the buffer protecting the 
Unoccupied expanse of roof
And shining a warmth, like a
Friendship and a signal of a
Solidarity brightening a dim
Dark night. They stand guard
Over the rooftops, my rooftops