Thank you so much for this space, Kaitlin. Seeing and honoring you for your own experiences this month. It's been one of the greatest adventures of my life :)
And another expansion for me: today's poem represents only the second sonnet I've ever tried to write in my life! :D
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Starlight
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The starlight in my window brightly gleams,
A light so bright my eyes don’t find it real,
But to my eager heart it does appeal,
This brightest light illuminating dreams.
Why do I dare to wish upon that star?
What brings me now to follow my own heart?
I think I know that glimmer will impart
A world of gold I see now only far.
I pray starlight will fall upon the dark,
That magic of the rainbows gets its turn,
That truth will lead us all right through the night.
starlight staurolite seastar sister plaiedes 7!sisters of sky n more subaru magic .. serena siren you in plaiedes gate waiting watching us sister siren serena my guiding stars shooting stars slow down how shone n not burn out n carry lessons in stories in sky dew drop pieces in ur dreams who what drops visions of future
dark holding light
wo dark wat holds light
stars please be patient w us as learn listen n sing w u at veil
Pollution has corroded,
Our view of the night sky.
Too many street lights,
Make the stars seem dim.
Yet, there they are,
Shining brightly.
Hope is always there,
Even when we can’t see it
Day 29: Starlight
a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
Blue skies of morning
blot the starlight from my view;
still, the stars shine on.
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From dust you have come,
And to dust you shall return.
~ Genesis 3:19
We are made of stardust,
every part of our body
formed in stars
over billions of years
and multiple star
lifetimes.
We come from dust
and to dust we shall return.
All my ancestors,
near and far,
came from the same dust.
Our skin tones are different;
sepia, olive, charcoal, lily white
The beat of the drum
to which we dance is different;
bodran, sammi, buffalo hide, goat skin
Our origin stories are different;
cave, sun, breath, moon
Regardless of color, drumbeat, creation story —
our bodies themselves,
the skin in which we live and breath and move,
are sculpted from the same clay.
the invisible starlight
of my morning
reminds me
i am made of stars
reminds me to
shine on
Here's a poem I wrote starstruck one night crossing the sea:
Night Crossing, Sea of Cortez
The sea appears so simple
With a dark, indulgent face,
The stars there twice reflected
Like a world spun out of space.
Our sloop shoots through the cosmos,
Through a mute and moonless night,
Our wake a fiery comet
Streaming effervescent light.
With all the universe inert
We slip from star to star,
Then reach across the Milky Way
Toward galaxies afar.
Eons swirl, light-years unfurl
And none can still our flight,
Leaping toward the infinite to
Apprehend the light.
Starlight
Out here in
the countryside,
the night sky
seems to explode
with stars
upon stars
everywhere I look.
As I ponder
the time between
when those stars
broke out
their luminescence
and when I
stand underneath
the sky to
watch them shimmer
and shine,
I am amazed.
Did they know
when they sent
forth their light
throughout time
that I would be
standing here
gladly receiving
their glory
this very night?
Did they have
any idea that
just being themselves
and doing their thing
could literally
ripple
throughout time,
long past their lives,
to touch me,
a tiny speck
on a hillside
in the universe?
I bow in thanks
for their
magnificent offering,
and hope that
my life might
also be a light
for the generations
to come.
The starlight we see
is billions of years old,
travelling in space
to reach us long after
many of those stars
have blinked
out of existence.
.
It's a relief, isn't it?
To think that,
somehow,
billions of years
from now,
a bit of our light
might reach someone,
might compel them
to lift their face
and gaze up in wonder,
seeing themselves
reflected in us.
.
After all,
we are
made of
stardust.
Starlight, stars so bright
Sky alight, Sagan was right
billions and billions and billions of stars
pouring illumined light here from so far
never not ever has such glow been seen
as from that dark park, that obsidian scene
Pistolet Bay was the place we reclined
our jaws hung agape as the radiance shined
i'm not really sure but perhaps this deep blast
was present and future co-tingled with past
I go there in mem'ry, eyes shut to see clear
the night that pure starlight enveloped our sphere
starlight, starflight,
don’t clench your hand too tight,
to dare we may, against all fright,
keep up the faith against the night
⭐️
When I was a kid,
It came easy
to see starlight
as god's bright warm heaven
smiling at me
thru some pinholes punched in the dark.
Seeing pinholes in grownups
comes harder.
Here at home again after traveling for the past two weeks. It is nice dance with the word this morning.
Starlight
Summer comes again to this northern coast.
Welcome back, old friend, it has been too long.
Tomorrow we remember the ones who died,
with no better sense of why than when the battles first came,
and bow to a pledge to have war no more.
Tonight, I sit under starlight sky,
half-moon playfully smiling its banana pose,
owls’ conversation a blend of wisdom and wariness,
coyotes howling to greet the whole night sky.
What will I bring to this beckoning passion play?
It is good to be home again,
after traveling under the starlight
of a different geospatial glow.
In this small corner of a fractured globe,
I pray for true peace in our lives.
starlight
looking out
at the millions of stars
it is as if
I am Galileo
the first to observe
this awesome expanse
or Einstein
contemplating relativity
or even George Lucas
imagining a
galaxy far far away
and while science was
discovering more and more
the theologians were
looking "heavenward"
to see God
in the mystery
slowly declaring
the "God of the gaps"
as science and theology
seem to part ways
for those with
either/or thinking
but this night sky
reveals so much more
than scientists and theologians
can even comprehend
or filmmakers
can even imagine
all of this vast
collection of stars
sending starlight
throughout the
milky way
and a plethora
of galaxies in
the known universe
held together by
dark matter
and most assuredly more
and for me that is
enough to keep me safe
enough to expand me thinking
enough to add more
questions to ponder
and subjects to learn
as my prayers
remain between me
and the vastly expanding universe
with a creator somewhere
out there distantly
yet like the starlight
making its way
to here intimately
Seek out the stars
where stark darkness is a portal
to the starlight realm
In crystal clear tundras and African savanna,
Northern lights on muggy nights, chasing fireflies and stellar skies,
the luster of nighttime
in the cool southwestern desert
Let us find our essence in their splendor
Drink in the stars
the eddies that pool
and swirl in constellations
Let us awe at their vastness
too great to swallow
Feel the familiar of the stars
they seeded our existence
incubated our elements
Let their ancestral wisdom guide us
Thank you so much for this space, Kaitlin. Seeing and honoring you for your own experiences this month. It's been one of the greatest adventures of my life :)
And another expansion for me: today's poem represents only the second sonnet I've ever tried to write in my life! :D
.
Starlight
.
The starlight in my window brightly gleams,
A light so bright my eyes don’t find it real,
But to my eager heart it does appeal,
This brightest light illuminating dreams.
Why do I dare to wish upon that star?
What brings me now to follow my own heart?
I think I know that glimmer will impart
A world of gold I see now only far.
I pray starlight will fall upon the dark,
That magic of the rainbows gets its turn,
That truth will lead us all right through the night.
With all my wishes stored, I can embark
Upon my quest and do my part to earn
The murmur of this precious sweet starlight.
Starlight, star bright…
How many wishes have been made
on these twinkling pinholes in the sky?
Deep longings reaching towards
sparkling gems, laying
on a blackened field
Hidden dreams from aching hearts
to iridescent ornaments
hanging delicately by a thread
Are aspirations left to
wander light years?
Or do they come home
answered in unimaginable ways?
Starlight
Sparks of light
Hope in the darkest night
Sparks of wonder
Presence of a powerful creator
Sparks of joy
Connection across the miles
From the lake's edge, near city lights
there is a smattering of starlight above us,
enough to keep us attuned to the sky.
We see the Dipper and Orion in their season
The Perseids in late summer
We stand anchored on the shoulders of Mother Earth as our
eyes widen to the stars, absorbing light into ourselves, our souls.
We barely notice the waves on the shoreline during this holy moment.
This is life.
starlight staurolite seastar sister plaiedes 7!sisters of sky n more subaru magic .. serena siren you in plaiedes gate waiting watching us sister siren serena my guiding stars shooting stars slow down how shone n not burn out n carry lessons in stories in sky dew drop pieces in ur dreams who what drops visions of future
dark holding light
wo dark wat holds light
stars please be patient w us as learn listen n sing w u at veil