Stardust
stardust born, exploding supernova,
embers in my blood, my skin, my hair, the earth
beneath my feet, my place called home,
whether I search the distant night-time sky
or turn quietly inward, I feel the pull
calling me back to stardust.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Stardust
stardust born, exploding supernova,
embers in my blood, my skin, my hair, the earth
beneath my feet, my place called home,
whether I search the distant night-time sky
or turn quietly inward, I feel the pull
calling me back to stardust.
Wow! At the final hour and to the prompt!!! Both beginning and ending with the same word and using one of their prompted words, Stardust. Not only did you ‘use’ the prompt, you lifted and embraced it! This is a fabulous poem that mirrors the notion of beginning and ‘back to the beginning’… instead of an ending. Love it!
Thank you Cristy. So glad you liked it. we are stardust- we are golden 🙂
I love that you brought the stardust full circle from birth to life to ending, which brings us naturally back to your first line. Your poem captivated me. It’s beautiful. 🙂
Thank you Fiona! inner and outer – when in the ‘zone’ it is one!
This is wow!! You called me back to the Stardust..Penning star!! Way to go
Thank you Divya, so glad it moved you!
It’s ironic, serendipity, a coincidence that you ended your marathon with Stardust. ” I feel the pull calling me back to stardust.”
and i wound down poem #23 with
“Gold dust sparkling in the misty morning love.”
from “Dawn is a Feeling…” as the death of my protagonist occurs…as he completed the circle of life again…
Beautiful lines. “turn quietly inward, I feel the pull
calling me back to stardust…” Loved this to bits!