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 itās too fast to see,
It keeps shooting
and burns up before
it comes to me
Does it bring luck?
why canāt I pluck?
way too far for me
A shooting illusion
a fleeting intrusion
how lucky I am it doesnāt 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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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 doesnāt hit on my head. You know, meteors burn up most of the time, bur occasionally they reach the ground. Even if 95% donāt 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.
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
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
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. Thatās the time I write most of my poems. Next time you see a shooting star, make another wish.
Donāt give up Greg. All the best.
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
Most kind Marion. Good words, youāre so right. Living is like that isnāt 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 āmy museā.
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