I mourn you now as the
Rites of your passing let
Me, permit me to mourn
You, completely, a little
At a time. Mourning, it's
A process, I say, a little at
A time but in all this time
I have mourned you, not
Completely but a little at
A time as I lost you, not
Completely, but a little at
A time. All this time when
You were still here yet not
Completely you, I mourned
You, losing you as I did, a
Little at a time. I mourned
Through laughter and tears
That never completely fall
As you slipped away, lost
To me, lost to yourself, you
Are gone now, passed from
This realm, no longer lost,
As you were when first I
Mourned you, yet lost to
Me. I will mourn you. Now
Two points
Let me be agnostic, a
Fence sitter, hanging
Between two points of
Light- science, tangible
Things, and spiritual, a
Realm of emotion and
Conjecture. Ok when it
Is at its best, science is
Conjecture, too. What if
Science asks. Those in
The spiritual camp, the
Religious, mostly only
Trade in answers, in the
Certainty of the hereafter.
Surety is still conjecture.
You never know what it
Is that awaits you. I am
On the fence, agnostic
Questioning not echoing
Answers. In spirit, I am
All believing and also so
Doubtful of what I know
Or don't know. Let me be
Agnostic, on the fence
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!
2:24 a.m.
On the fifth day
I get up thinking you need me.
The darkness of the light casts
Shadows. I know you are gone.
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.
Not a poem
There are so many words for
Destruction. So many ways to
Do-in the good. To let loose
Evil. To tear down. Terminate.
How do we build again when
All we knew is demolished?
Is history really a pendulum?
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.