December 2014
I live in my hometown of Statesville, NC. It just seems like the right thing to do. I've lived all over the place and I've been to at least two continents. Poetry and caffeine are my constant companions. I've got a crazy notion about "cracking the code" of the subconscious. I'll discover what that means when I get there. I keep a lot more of my writing on my blog at http://doubleupoet.wordpress.com/.
S P A C E A N D T I M E
In a distant universal outpost, among vacuumed darkness,
She — a star — shines, piercing this otherworldly nothingness,
Her blue-hued pirouette visible throughout the cosmos,
A beauty of core, gasses, a dance of pushing and pulling.
She illuminates and feeds all heavenly bodies around her.
Moons and planets are bathed in the light of this celestial fire;
All around her, an orbital waltz keeps an eternal beat.
United, they move at light-speed through space and time.
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The delicate balance — star, moons, planets — plays for millennia.
Her energy a life force for all who bask within her glow. Inevitably, the supernal partnership must be ended. She is failing as her fuel, her life force, begin to wane. Now she lies dying, her elegant equilibrium failed; This former beauty, now a cauldron, a core, of fusion. Her death a harbinger to all of her orbital partners. Final violent explosion will cast out her heart in pieces. |
From a far-flung universal outpost where once she danced,
Come orphaned remnants that stood at the core of her beauty.
Swallowed up, they've come to be here in this waiting cloud.
Within a dense fog, now lie her millions of enriched particles.
A once dark peaceful region is now embroiled in hellish heat.
Spun, burned, pulled, pieces will coalesce into a new form.
There, among all the universal chaos she will stand.
This new beauty — a beacon — whose life has been gained through death.
All around her, concentric bands of astral substance spin wildly.
Forming slowly, new bodies are birthed in orbit around Her;
Virgin planets, moons, bathing in a common heavenly light,
Occupy the once cosmic void which she will light and feed.
Come orphaned remnants that stood at the core of her beauty.
Swallowed up, they've come to be here in this waiting cloud.
Within a dense fog, now lie her millions of enriched particles.
A once dark peaceful region is now embroiled in hellish heat.
Spun, burned, pulled, pieces will coalesce into a new form.
There, among all the universal chaos she will stand.
This new beauty — a beacon — whose life has been gained through death.
All around her, concentric bands of astral substance spin wildly.
Forming slowly, new bodies are birthed in orbit around Her;
Virgin planets, moons, bathing in a common heavenly light,
Occupy the once cosmic void which she will light and feed.
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Night's dark blanket is shattered by day's renewing light —
Arising from a faint whisper into a thundering roar. Revealed below a pristine landscape flowering, rolling — teeming with every manner of life. Here on this crystalline ball, he — a man — basks in the star's warm glow — Nourished by daylight, the planet, and all it can provide. His strength grows, his body kept in time with the wonders of nature — Bastion of life — this planet and he. Secure in the bosom of home, surrounded by loved ones, He has discovered a place to belong — here within this world. Each day starts anew, awash in the glow of the firmament. He will mark time with the star's rising. |
Amidst the sprawl of marble monuments and the lush grasses,
The throng gathers around him, their heads bowed in reverent silence.
A chill in the wind brings to the occasion further solemnity.
Long life, well-lived, now come to a close, is memorialized.
Those attending shuffle silently away, the scene complete;
His body, now lifeless, lowered into an earthen tomb.
Essence removed, all that remains returns to its source.
All will fall away as he is slowly given back to nature.
Life and death, this cycle — rise and fall,
Space and time ever growing.
One so lovely falls, others arise,
All within the vast cosmic array.
She — the star — and we — forever one,
All that she was we have become.
Mankind, planet, her monument —
And this chain — infinity — splendor.
The throng gathers around him, their heads bowed in reverent silence.
A chill in the wind brings to the occasion further solemnity.
Long life, well-lived, now come to a close, is memorialized.
Those attending shuffle silently away, the scene complete;
His body, now lifeless, lowered into an earthen tomb.
Essence removed, all that remains returns to its source.
All will fall away as he is slowly given back to nature.
Life and death, this cycle — rise and fall,
Space and time ever growing.
One so lovely falls, others arise,
All within the vast cosmic array.
She — the star — and we — forever one,
All that she was we have become.
Mankind, planet, her monument —
And this chain — infinity — splendor.
©2014 John White