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Somewhere a Star

A vast explosion in the sky of supernova’s great goodbye is how immense celestials die. Yet these demises have their worth to aid perchance in future birth of star to house a planet earth. Our human species’ vessel home beneath the heavens’ vaulted dome is floating in a sea of foam where we’ve been sailing safe and sound with bubbles multiversed around, so novel theories propound. Thus in our ‘brane’ with solar world that’s strung with particles unfurled we dwell within dimensions curled, as per this unifying stance about the unbeknownst expanse which hosts our mortal song and dance. The firmament we peer into plays hide and seek with what’s in view to shift with varied light anew. When sets the sun at day’s decline and darkness shapes its redesign, somewhere a star will show its shine. Longfellow’s classic epic said that endless meadows overhead would ‘one by one’ in silence spread their star ‘forget-me-not’ arrays of blossoms for the angels’ gaze, his lovely lines to paraphrase. ‘How countlessly they congregate’, wrote Robert Frost of stellar spate that waits beyond the darkling gate! Though death all life may underlie, in cosmic twinkling of an eye somewhere a star is born on high… ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * * * Some sources of inspiration were the following… “Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,/ Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: ‘A Tale of Acadie’ First line of ‘Stars’, by Robert Frost, from Robert Frost’s ‘A Boy’s Will’, 1915… M-theory ~ Wikipedia…

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Date: 5/21/2020 7:34:00 PM
Harley, I really like the way you’ve written this verse in tercets, I must try this sometime; I’ve written terza rimas, but never a poem written in tercets. I also like that you pay close attention to your meter, for me it is a joy to read such a poem. Nicely written my friend. Hugs, John
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