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A SHOOTING STAR

A SHOOTING STAR

                                            In the realms of the gods                                                                    
                                            a fleeting illusion,
                                            a passing intrusion
                                            a deceiver to my eyes

                                            I want to touch it
                                            but itā€™s too fast to see,
                                            It keeps shooting
                                            and burns up before 
                                            it comes to me

                                            Does it bring luck?
                                            why canā€™t I pluck?
                                            way too far for me

                                            A shooting illusion
                                            a fleeting intrusion
                                            how lucky I am it doesnā€™t hit me

                                            I am the most contented
                                            you are made of dust and ice,
                                            there is no earthly place for you,
                                            passing star
                                            In the realms of the gods
                                            -burn up!

                                            I am here! dreaming, guessing, asking
                                            too many questions
                                            never the answer
                                            I stay and wonder! I surrender.

 

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Bernadete van d...

I am glad you are taking time to read and think about it, dear Bernie. I love when you do that! You see, the word intrusion is not there to rhyme, because i think the shooting star is an intruder. It burns up before reaching the ground  but i want to make sure it doesnā€™t hit on my head. You know, meteors burn up most of the time, bur occasionally they reach the ground. Even if 95% donā€™t hit the ground, the Poet in me is not betting on the 5% chance. So, to me the shooting star is a intruder, it should stay up there with the gods. Gee, I got carried away! 
It happens when one has an wonderful critic like you. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernadette...

What a shot that would...

There's a Sniper?

Definitely on my Team...

I hope you're not the 5% either...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
i was out walking
the other morning
at 430 am and saw
shooting star and
yes i made wish 
but i know it will
not come true 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Mr. EtselI, I knew you would like this one, you are an observer of nature and the world surrounding you. I, too, love to get up early, even before the birds. Thatā€™s the time I write most of my poems. Next time you see a shooting star, make another wish. 
Donā€™t give up Greg. All the best. 

 

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Marion

A sense of wonder in this  and also a dread, an awareness that though the night sky may be beautiful it could also annihilate us ...even before we process that thought. Lovely read Bernadette x

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Bernadete van d...

Most kind Marion. Good words, youā€™re so right. Living is like that isnā€™t it?! Being aware that life is so fragile makes us to hold it dear. To filter all the bullshit and appreciate what is really important to us. 
Stay well ā€œmy museā€. 

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Neville

I strongly advise folk to keep one eye open, one on the sky and if they have any additional ones to keep quiet about it 
 

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