"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal."
Rabindranath Tagore
Soul seeks splendor, sweetly sent stream.
Destiny delivers drab dismal dream.
Dictating, dawn's dew delight.
Raptures reminisce rivalled respite.
Flowers forever freed.
Sycamore scents send somber seed.
Supreme silence, so softly swept.
I sink my telescope
into dew-heavy grass
and prop it up against
the inky black night
bathed in quiet
swirling with stars.
I'm hungry to map the celestial bodies
that dot the sky.
to chart the constellations
that let me get lost in them.
to see
and be seen.
beside me
you're silent
your own optical instrument
unused.
I've realized it's futile
to bring my telescope to your eyes.
it cannot sharpen wonders into view for you
the same way it does for me.
some stars only appear
when we tilt our eyepieces
so we must adjust our settings
calibrate our lenses
find a shared focus.
right now
we observe different skies.
it can unsettle me
and yet
I still want to sit with you.
to try to change my perspective.
to trust that
I'm not the only one
making sacrifices.
to have gratitude
for the gift of knowing you
existing with you
letting go of the future
letting the present hold us
as we are.
The moon was bright when we were stargazing.
I thought the stars were haphazardly scattered across the sky.
You didn’t.
You thought they were intentionally placed in every space.
I liked the idea of them being thrown like seeds and you liked the idea of them being carefully set.
So, we agreed to disagree.
Now the moon isn’t so bright.
And the stars are covered by clouds.
And I wish we had agreed.
Celestial whispers paint the fabric of the dark expanse,
stars the glitter on Christmas baubles
merry and festive;
the glitter that spreads far,
dusting every corner yet is minded by no-one.
In the moon's basking glow
each speck pulses brilliantly.
In the cosmic ballad
they hum their timeless glory.
In their observant rays
a stargazer beholds their own story.
Among the constellations, a painting unfolds
a battle between the silvers and the golds.
So enthralling a clash the universe sees,
the stargazer dares not to breathe
as the soul ascends to join them
in that endless expanse,
if only temporarily.
Glittering stars above,
hidden in the daytime,
finally in sight.
i glimpse them
clear against the shadowy night sky
each sparkling its unqiue tale,
the mystery of a thousand worlds untold,
waiting for us to unravel its distant veil.
Stargazing, the art of the night sky.
Stars reflecting upon the clearest surface of water.
I think that is how the Mayans taught each astrologer.
Guess that's how everyone in the empire was: looking up, out there.
I
Delicious evening
Furtive moon, modest stars
2023 but ancient Sky
II
Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious
Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius
Give way to ancient ways, in the stars
Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps?
Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest
- when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge
A few belts with triune stars consoled me
Novalunosis: the state of wonderment while gazing at stars
On a summer moonless night
when peace has settled and is still
the stars across the vaulted sky
no doubt is the most majestic sight
Much like a beacon calling out
its pull I feel tugs at my heart
there’s some connection that’s most primal
~ can’t really say what it’s about
I stand in speechless reverence and awe
and marvel at the universe’s vast expanse
my modest role is part of one big masterplan
~ there’s no other conclusion I can draw
AP: 1st place 2022
Gazing into the starlit sky for a peaceful realm,
Delicate patterns a million light years away
Where no one knows who or what is at the helm,
Gazing into the starlit sky for a peaceful realm.
The twinkling of innumerable stars can overwhelm,
Amid the unfathomable reaches of the Milky Way
Gazing into the starlit sky for a peaceful realm,
Delicate patterns a million light years away.
Gazing into the starlit sky for a peaceful realm
Where no one knows who or what is at the helm,
The twinkling of innumerable stars can overwhelm.
Delicate patterns a million light years away
Amid the unfathomable reaches of the Milky Way,
Wherever the Great Creator resides is very faraway.
written June 25, 2021
[This poem is a combination of the Triolet and the Sonnet,
or a "Trionet," which I inadvertently created in May, 2021.
It is listed under "Verse" in Poetry Soup's types.]
my head in your lap
staring at your sculptured chin
moon highlights no sin
September 20, 2020
10am PST
Enthusiastic astronomer Phillip Jaynus
spent all his life looking at Uranus
He was also a qualified proctologist
I hope the subtle connection isn't missed!
4/13/19
I sauntered gently into the lilac dusk to gaze at
The twinkling star on a Saturday. I blew it a kiss, then it
Winks at me. Out stargazing, under the twilight sky
When Three Lines Are So Much Better Poetry Contest/Winner(2nd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written and posted: 06/03/2018
Stargazing, I sense
the enduring universe
and my mortal self.
6/12/17
A poem I'll write about the delight,
Of the magic light that comes out at night,
Colourful and white and all of them bright,
A heavenly sight all bunched up so tight,
I hope that you might join in on my flight,
The chances are slight that you'll join my plight.
(Ten syllables per line)
For Rhymers Delight contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton.
26~April~2017
Stargazing
Empty stare no stars in sight nor light he eats his Milky Way with telescopic grind
munches another here and there anticipates the Universe with all its loony moons
Assembles concentric mirrors in horizontal guise wishes himself light years away
where prisms focus rainbows at the top of a star trek feeding the mountain’s girth
Too late it dawns on him that sugar urine disease has distorted his fanciful vision he
can’t see the miracles and his fading comet might as well ingest another milky way
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