Hafiz of Persia is still working its way through my consciousness. So bear with me as I explore in more open form in poetry practice today. I know very little of astrophysics, so may be completely wrong. In which case, I am sure someone in the webverse will have me stand corrected. But still, you need to allow poets some elasticity! You may want to check out yesterday’s sonnet to follow this train of thought, or creative process. If that kind of stuff interests you.
Falling Star
The final glimmering
of dying star
can only be seen
as it falls, falls, falls.
It’s long gone –
what, light years,
millenia ago?
What we see with naked eye
is only corpus delicti
of star long past
its last twinkle.
Except
in our time and space
it does continue.
Does all of creation,
sentient or not,
crave some new
incarnation?
Is this body made
of 80% water
and 20% dust
of fallen star?
Copyright 2019 Bee Smith
Sojourning Smith 