What about stars

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

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

28 thoughts on “What about stars

  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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