My imaginary life: Writer's Island
Earlier this week, I attended a lecture sponsored by a group interested in the future of space science, and they brought in a Nobel Prize winner who had helped to map some of what we think might be the history of the universe. It was fascinating, especially when he talked about how so much of what is in the world today is the leftover bits of exploding stars.
And I couldn't help but think then about what it is to be made of stardust, each of us, the air we breathe, the planet we cling to... we are the same stuff as those perpetual lights that give us hope in the dark night. Do we choose to take our place in the celestial dance?
The lecture went on to talk about a new telescope that is being built with origami folds to bloom like a flower when it is launched far into space, but I was still gliding on intergalactic winds, wishing I could bring the world with me into the star filled night.
My stardust hands
reach to you,
a similar galactic swirl,
child of the cosmos,
leftover debris
of a SUPERNOVA
Your sad eyes remind me
of drifting cold space,
eternities of darkness,
hoping for starlight
to shine through you
Illuminating a new planet
http://writersisland.wordpress.com/ Thanks to Rae for introducing me to yet another prompt...
And I couldn't help but think then about what it is to be made of stardust, each of us, the air we breathe, the planet we cling to... we are the same stuff as those perpetual lights that give us hope in the dark night. Do we choose to take our place in the celestial dance?
The lecture went on to talk about a new telescope that is being built with origami folds to bloom like a flower when it is launched far into space, but I was still gliding on intergalactic winds, wishing I could bring the world with me into the star filled night.
My stardust hands
reach to you,
a similar galactic swirl,
child of the cosmos,
leftover debris
of a SUPERNOVA
Your sad eyes remind me
of drifting cold space,
eternities of darkness,
hoping for starlight
to shine through you
Illuminating a new planet
http://writersisland.wordpress.com/ Thanks to Rae for introducing me to yet another prompt...
Labels: astronomy, hope, imagination, mysticism, poetry, science, spirituality, writer's island
posted by Plain Foolish | 7:16 AM
3 Comments:
What a great lecture to have attended -- sounds fascinating. And your poem is so beautiful with visions of stardust, starlight and supernovas -- those words create so many incredible pictures in my mind and soul.
:)
ah, these are dream words of the first order. love the newness of leftover debris. lovely.
"eternities of darkness,
hoping for starlight
to shine through you"
I really like the imagery in these lines.
Glad you've become an islander!
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