Stargazer
A child, I look up into the dark, black sky
and I see stars, great big balls of flame
and wonder why, Why can't I traverse that sky?
Why not I?
Now I no longer peer into the great unknown,
too much confort here within my zone,
I fumble and plod across the earth, kicking dust
and still wondering, if I dare to look above,
what will become of my dreams, will they splinter and shatter upon,
the very reality that has become, my life, my circumstance,
my being, my fibre, my soul...
I shall no longer be afraid to stare upon the nightly dazzling glare,
of those exquisite samples of creation, burning bright without ambition,
yet energised explosions thrown into the cosmos, caution to the solar winds is thrown,
and here I stand upon this earth staring back up into the unknown.
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
Inspired by comments made by caroljoyce, a fellow dreamer.
Comments (10)
I may look into lesrning more about poetry and educate myself in the different styles. I often wonder why this talent (talent as in interst not that I'm good) wasn't picked up at school and nurtured?
I hope that just by commenting on you being inspiration for it would be reward enough pet.
pet..smet hedi..as long as he doesn't try to pat carol on the head his hand will remain attached..
Uuum I don't think the spotting of potential poets is on the national curriculum, SST. Should be of course.