What is it about stars that so captivates us?
The sparkle we mirror in our eyes?
The glimmer we hope will carry us
through whatever blackness surfaces?
Warmth dulled through light years still
envelops me in a hug at midnight
drawing me in to their group,
part of a constellation. Of something.
The universe is but black, vast and empty,
a vacuum devoid of meaning,
swallowing what it may, but bespeckled
randomly with dust of light
scattered haphazardly out there. Up there.
I follow the light, something to reach for,
hands stretched to the stars
that so captivate me like millions before –
will we ever get closer to them?
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for this week’s Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Looking at Stars
Often Mumbled Musings 
They touch us, so we touch them as well. I like the questions that drive your poem and those so short lines, “of something” and “up there.”
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I love this!
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Thanks so much 🙂 I thought you might.
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Ha! I’m nothing if not predictable.
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I would never say that!…. but yes.
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It’s wonderful, how such “distant relatives” invite us in, welcome us into their comforting constellations, eh? Brilliantly captured, Mr Scott. My hat’s off.
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Thanks so much, Ron!
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The night sky is the jewel of imagination, longing, wishes, grief, hope. I too want to reach up and feel weightless in a sky of those who’ve passed before and wishes breathing across the universe.
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Well said!
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I enjoyed the wide eyed wonder of this poem. I actually wish we could get closer to them.
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Me too! We’ll get there. (Maybe not you and me, but humans.)
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😅
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Such a universal source of wonder, we small humans gazing at the stars…….this is lovely.
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I remember hearing someone lamenting smart devices because children don’t think how far away the stars are: they Google it. They said that kids (and people in general) lack imagination. I can’t fully agree with them and it’s for the reason you lay out wonderfully in your poem. At the end of the day (pun somewhat intended), it’s near impossible to look up and NOT be captivated.
Great poem!
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It really is impossible – there’s so much out there that defies our simple understanding.
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Beautiful verse.
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Thanks!
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“I follow the light, something to reach for,”— A beautiful way to live….
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Would that we all did!
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Such wonderful words – makes us all want to reach for the stars
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We should definitely all reach!
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thanks, Rosemary!
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Haha, Maybe sooner than we think. Specks of the earth joining specks of the sky. Nicely done anyhow. 😊
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O longer after stars, may your longing be fulfilled!
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Reach for the stars! Beautiful thoughts and beautifully penned!
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This is stunning. How comforting to be enveloped by the universe like this
“Warmth dulled through light years still
envelops me in a hug at midnight”
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Thanks so much 🙂
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