why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our mind and spark ill thoughts to stain the night
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
shaped from the turmoils of black wind's gust
scattering seeds to birth trees & wings to flight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our heart to stone, busy with erecting a gold bust
believing in our immortal blight
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
sundered or whole, we will return to dust
our buildings & crowns will be lost bight
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
our will to froth instead of passion & lust
our warmth to ice, becoming a ghost of sprite
have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
even if we have lost sight of sun's cradled fire
inside us is an imperishable light
why do we allow the frivolous to rust
us, have we forgotten, we're born of stardust
Posted for OpenLinkNight329 - dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg. Happy New Year!!!!!
Grace, absolutely love the repetitive lines. 'Have we forgotten, we're born of stardust'- what a beautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteWhy indeed. A divinely drifting meditation, sung with such gentle care! Well done!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! We can't forget, and your verses all feel like a spell to remember! 💝💫
ReplyDeletelove the structure of your poem Grace with its questionings and many memorable lines but especially
ReplyDelete"shaped from the turmoils of black wind's gust"
Beautiful message cradled in a favorite form.
ReplyDeleteGrace this is wonderful! The repetition works well. Hopefully, we have not forgotten we’re born from stardust. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteDear Grace, Strong work as usual - especially your start on this one - many have commented on the repetitive element - but I thought the middle line here: "....frivolous to rust
ReplyDeleteour mind and spark ill thoughts to stain the night...' was especially an exceptional one.
Hello again Grace, I much prefer to own my comments on peoples' wor, - as per above, but yr site doesnlt seem to like my URL for some reason?? Hope you can get this fixed... With best wishes Scott Hastie
ReplyDeletePowerful words G
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Great job with the form. Such a haunting question and and realistic reminder of who we are and who we aren't!
ReplyDeleteVery reflective and philosophical. A reminder of our connection with the universe!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned :)
ReplyDeleterepetition here works wonderfully as we do need constant reminders - why is that? Beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteWell put, Grace. This is why I try to be very careful what i let into my mind and heart.
ReplyDeleteSuch a nice flow. Ashes to ashes, even the nursery rhyme knows. My ill thoughts are stained in the early morning hours.
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