We still seek our lodestars, our North Stars, our supernovas

Beacons for the utterly lost A bright star led seekers and wise men. A bright light gave comfort to the night and travellers crossing. A bright beam from the shore struck ships from death-knell rocks. Today’s nights, made bright with bulbs and glare, blind the guiding lights we still seek everywhere. – I like that

The whole kerfuffle woke the stars

For World Space Week last October I wrote “On the declaration of the first day of the Year of Our Light.” There are some wonderful lines in this poem, such as “The swirling spheres in proclamation”, “Light of more silver bright” and the bit quoted for the headline, “The whole kerfuffle woke the stars.” Sometimes

Transition/ Disclosed

From night’s horizon sweep in yowls and howls across the polar plain. Glacial blue dims. The sharpest window opens above: stars minted by the chill. — Today’s prompt for A Poem A Day October was, “Write a poem incorporating the concept of being ‘frozen,’ whether literal or not.” All day I have been mulling over

On the declaration of the first day of the Year of Our Light

  Hark! Hark! The swirling spheres in proclamation jangled silver bells. The whole kerfuffle woke the stars and the Light of more silver bright to Magnify that   We   We humans all Understand   Understand, understood, know The planets, the universe, All there is To understand and know. All of everything.   the planets