we are floating in dust & gas
we catch burst of light
as well as the tail blue-violet of darkness
there is an awakening
we are shapeless yet shaped
by forces unseen, more powerful than ocean's
turbulent waves & scorching as
volcanic eruptions
a daffodil blooms
a nursery of beginnings of space &
matter. over time, where do we cast
ourselves listening to the waves
of energy & light
budding leaves of tulips rises
around us, clusters of stars & dark matter
colliding, collapsing, pulling & pushing as if
following the blue print of Master Hands
digging the soil, soft as rain
the black hole divides
us, the sun completes our divinity
though we are mere specks, wrapped
in the continuum of light
a season of firsts, spring
Photo by John McKaveney: The Orion Nebula. “This is an active star forming region about 1400 light years away, of condensing gas and dust, illuminated by newly forming stars. Our solar system formed in a region much like this about 5 billion years ago. The photons that were observed when this picture was taken, left the nebula in 624 AD. At that time, Mohamed had just won the Battle of Badr, in Saudi Arabia, the classical period in Europe was ending and the middle ages beginning, the Mayas were just beginning to build their largest pyramids, and Europeans had not yet set foot in North America. Throughout this entire time, those photons of light were traveling through space to be captured to form this photograph, where their journey finally ended.”
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Stepping Out of this World, hosted by Lillian. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm. Thanks for the visits and comments.
What a wonderful way you have mixed those lines, it make our earthly experience reflect into the vast darkness of the universe... really liked this.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bjorn. You are an artist with the way you arrange and mix your lines. I am most especially smitten by one of your lines "digging the soil, soft as rain".....somehow I find that visceral, and truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the shape and format of your ‘other worldly’ poem, Grace, the use of light and colour in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘we catch burst of light
as well as the tail blue-violet of darkness’
and the interwoven awakening of daffodils and tulips.
Oh, how lovely, Grace. The horizontal (earthbound) and vertical (upward gazing) connections are so beautifully expressed, they rocket us away at the same time they bind us to our soil, here in the "season of firsts, spring." Enjoyed this so very much.
ReplyDeleteYour presentation of words is as magical as your words. Other worldly indeed. The opening really sets the pace of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWhen you ponder how small we really are it is so overwhelming. I am always reminded of "When Horton Hears a Who" when I think about our place in this universe. You really created that sense of smallness in the vast unknown space.
ReplyDeleteGrace, this reads like a symphony of words in honor of being, no matter where we find ourselves in scale. So beautiful!
ReplyDeletelove the mix of images in this
ReplyDeleteI love your thoughts on the universe and what it encompasses.
ReplyDeleteThis is pure artistry - I especially resonate with; "we are shapeless yet shaped by forces unseen." ❤️❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteI love the way you used structure / form to illustrate and intensify your interpretation of the photography.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely all of the scenes you bring to life here in nature.
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast of macro and micro, and how you make it one.
ReplyDeleteLove how your exquisitely written verse celebrates spring with other worldly wonders.
ReplyDeleteI'm hooked on "tail blue-violet of darkness".
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is beautiful. I also love the way you arranged your thoughts, the italicized lines dispersed throughout. I love “the tail blue-violet of darkness”.
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