In the thick forest
the night is a celestial field
of stars in ribbon silver
where every tree is a nest
and moon, a dream catcher
~0~0~
Violently, we hurl
towards each other, each step
a blazing firestorm-
this is the dance of death
Until only one emerges, a new star
~0~0~
Streaking above the sky
I catch the star light
Luminous as tiny glass crystal
I feel very small
On palm of the universe
Galaxy, Stars, and Dust
Image Credit & Copyright: Eric Coles and Mel Helm
Astronomy Picture of the Day
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Star Light, Star Bright, Hosted by Kanzensakura
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Quite the dance indeed. The universe can make us feel small
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful stage that first stanza sets for the universal dance of coming together. Just pure splendor.
ReplyDeleteI really love how you tie it together after going through a world of supernovae into the palm of the universe...
ReplyDeleteEach of these is exquisitely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh how incredible those last two lines are. How each poem is separate and yet how they hold together and build to those last two lines. Indeed, we all are held in the palm of the universe. Superb. Thank you.
ReplyDelete'On the palm of the universe' - conveys so perfectly our own smallness and insignificance - and the beauty and grandeur of the universe. I also like the image of a forest in silvery light
ReplyDeletewhere every tree is a nest
and moon, a dream catcher
Indeed, looking up gives us a sense of the greater perspective and our relative unimportance in the universe!
ReplyDeleteI love that second stanza... we violently hurl towards each other. Such poetic thoughts, and I like how you structure your words here. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, we seem quite small compared to the majestic & vast universe. Beautifully rendered.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
This is the stuff of dreams
ReplyDeletewhat beauty! each has a different feel
ReplyDeleteI always feel small when gazing up at the immense celestial dance up there but remember that I'm a part of it too.
ReplyDeletea wonderful image of the night as the celestial field and us so small and cushioned amidst vast grandeur....
ReplyDeleteMoon as dream catcher - wonderful! The sense of universe really comes out here.
ReplyDeleteyes, all life, on starry nights, seem to instinctively look up to watch them twinkle. maybe it's because we are made from stardust.
ReplyDeletethis piece seems to capture that notion and also how tiny we are in the scope of the universe.
gracias
I simply love "stars in ribbon silver."
ReplyDeleteVery nice set of short form poems. I like the last one best. It is a stark reminder of how very small we are. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeletethe last 2 lines of your last piece...that captures exactly how I feel when I lose myself in the night sky.
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful. I especially like the first stanza....."a celestial field of stars in ribbon silver"....and the moon as a dream catcher. I shall stand outside and look to the stars, thinking of these words.
ReplyDeleteOh, a sea of stars it is, Grace, and how lovely are the images you evoke in this piece. I especially like the idea of a dream
ReplyDeleteI meant dream-catcher.
Deletebeautiful... no words
ReplyDeleteFinger print..
ReplyDeletestars on hand
who see
further
than
words..:)
A lovely cascade of celestial images ... the last line: especially evocative.
ReplyDeleteyou know, I'm catching up after being at work so long, and jumping over to Sherry's blog, which, of course, is Stardreaming. How perfect, as are these... ~
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