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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 it’s too fast to see,
                                            It keeps shooting
                                            and burns up before 
                                            it comes to me

                                            Does it bring luck?
                                            why can’t I pluck?
                                            way too far for me

                                            A shooting illusion
                                            a fleeting intrusion
                                            how lucky I am it doesn’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 doesn’t hit on my head. You know, meteors burn up most of the time, bur occasionally they reach the ground. Even if 95% don’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. That’s the time I write most of my poems. Next time you see a shooting star, make another wish. 
Don’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, you’re so right. Living is like that isn’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 “my muse”. 

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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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