A fellow writer inspired this “starry-eyed” poetry

My respect was for this writer was well-deserved by these last six lines:

“Does the Universe mourn the dying star?
Or does it celebrate it giving birth to new possibilities?
Does the star truly die?
Or can it only transform?
For I am stardust.
Dancing in the darkness.”

Inspired, I wrote this and had great fun doing it:

“Do we not fall apart

Into what seems a timeless dark

Only to someday collide

With some drifting supernova?

And then

From within fall apart

Who are we?

If we are not stars,

I do not know who we are.

We shine and fizzle

We are born

And we do explode

We are so far away from others

Yet we long for them to look at us

To accept that we, like stars, should not be hidden behind human constructs or adjusted

By human lights.

NO! We should be celebrated, for, like stars, we are strong and bright.

Like stars, we glisten as we survive the night.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s