Stardust

STARDUST


          at night I like to sit
             in our backyard
       stars falling all about me
              dad pointing up
                the big dipper


           

                     watching 
         the star-blazing night sky
             that magic moment
          this child recalls his cry
           at his first shooting star

                    Dave Austin

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Kelly Deschler

April 17, 2016 at 8:57 PM

There is something about the stars that holds us in their trance. I know that I am still enchanted by them... Your tender lines in this wonderful poem have the same affect. Nicely written, Daver!

Andrea Dietrich

April 17, 2016 at 7:20 PM

Love this, my friend. More wonderful nostalgia from you.

Daver Austin

April 18, 2016 at 1:04 PM

At 86 nostalgia is about all that is left. Love, daver

Poet Destroyer A

April 17, 2016 at 11:20 AM

I remember my first shooting star sighting and wish .... I am for ever a star gazer.... my father is a man of nature. Daver.... it still feels magical .... lol... darn stars never let me grow up... I'm not going to tell you how old I am...but, I'm olddd.... I have a star suited room... glow in the dark.... love Linda

Daver Austin

April 17, 2016 at 11:33 AM

You are such a star in my book. Let's have a look at what you have written lately. Love, daver

Michelle Mac Donald

April 17, 2016 at 8:39 AM

This is amazing, as is your usual everyday self. I'm sorry I hadn't written, but Lord knows I had tried. Joe sent me a program virus, via his secretary whom I do trust. It had total control over my computer, and Daver, he hadn't been able to keep the Fiddler's Cat, but he has many others now that were not posted online.:( Animations too, and a few illustrations. The total control he had always wanted...sucks!!!!!!!! Love you, he has my sign in info here. Keep well. Mikki :)

Daver Austin

April 17, 2016 at 9:56 AM

So! You have poems not posted on-line? You are so secretive, Mikki. Joe sounds like a control freak. Is it the Joe we both know? I never got that idea of him, but then we all have a secretive side. Good to hear from you. Hugs-a-plenty. daver

Nette Onclaud

April 17, 2016 at 3:43 AM

daver, i love the magic of evening and this beautiful piece really glows..huggs

Daver Austin

April 17, 2016 at 10:00 AM

Hi, nette. Glad you liked my star-splash. Amazing! If one watches the heavens for a long spell on a clear night, there are dozens of shooting stars to see. Love, daver

J. Tudor

April 16, 2016 at 5:41 PM

When I was a child, and the desert air was still crisp and clean, the milky way looked like a cloud and we would collect 'stardust' on white paper plates on our rooftop. This brought back those memories! J.

Daver Austin

April 17, 2016 at 10:14 AM

Love your comment - "Collecting stardust on white paper plates." This is a fine Haiku all by itself. Love, daver

Eileen Manassian

April 16, 2016 at 4:04 PM

Thrilling.... :) Such memories last a lifetime. I remember my dad pointing out the constellations. He loved astronomy. Thanks for bring up happy memories with your lovely write.

Daver Austin

April 17, 2016 at 10:27 AM

I love it when I have communicated. Now I must see what you've written. Love, daver