Saturday, April 14, 2007


I have to re-post another old poem again. The muse is missing, the avalanche of work at the office doesn't seem to abate. Sigh.

This poem is part of a set I sent to a nationwide poetry competition a few years ago, although it was written very much earlier. There's some naivety in structure and words, but this piece has remained one of my personal favourites.

Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night
Vincent van Gogh's The Starry Night.
image from internet


What myriad secrets you hold up there
we can only boldly guess
Your mysteries, time locked
& unwilling yet to share

What light i saw
could have been born a billion years before

     you are ancient legends, retold over glowing fires
     domains of the gods, we are told.
     In time, as we grow wiser,
     we dare, we probe your dark canvas

Your depth, i could not fathom
the immense distance you span.
If i could live a million reincarnations,
i guess i could not traverse you from end to end.

Tonight, on such a cold night,
in a miniscule niche on a blue planet,
as i lift my eyes to the vastness above,
the stars, they speak to me in lights of life.

On this planet, spinning, are we.
Solar Planetary System, #3

     ashes to earth to life to earth to ashes
     trilobites in shale, archaeopteryx in amber
     Beatles on wax, memories in silicon brains
     man chasing gold chasing dreams chasing fame

now what light i saw
could have been me a billion years before.

*** DEC 1987 ***

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Blogger Bluesky_Liz said...

Looking up at stars always make me feel small and wonder at the universe being so large and ancient that I can't ever understand it.

>>There's some naivety in structure and words, but this piece has remained one of my personal favorites.

Perhaps it suits the tone of childlike wonder whenever one looks up into the heavens.

15 April, 2007 07:48  
Anonymous alson said...

Hello brother, I have no problem with the rest of the poem but this line sounds a bit funny to me.

On this planet, spinning, are we.


16 April, 2007 03:51  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Liz, it sure does. even now.

>>There's some naivety in structure and words...
maybe when it was written, it hasn't reach the "matured" stage of my writing :)

i know, now i find it awkward too.
inversion, trying to rhyme.
early poetry, :)

16 April, 2007 13:56  
Blogger floots said...

stars invite questions
bet you're still asking :)
nice one

16 April, 2007 14:58  
Blogger magiceye said...

wandering thoughts....lovely

16 April, 2007 20:53  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

you bet! still asking, but not getting enough answers. :)

yes sir, my mind tends to wander a lot..:)

16 April, 2007 21:27  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

We are but a miniscule particle in the larger canvas.

I like this a lot.

17 April, 2007 02:49  
Blogger polona said...

looking at the vastness of a starlit sky makes my mind wander (and wonder), too...
love the ending!

17 April, 2007 03:38  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

yes , we are.

like floots said, i bet you are still asking questions about the stars..:)

thank you.
i like the ending too, i think it is one of the best ones i have ever written. :)

17 April, 2007 22:19  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very nice work!
1987 -- seems like yesterday :)

18 April, 2007 10:09  
Anonymous gel said...

I'm glad you posted this. I can see why it's one of your favorites. I like it, too!

18 April, 2007 13:26  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, andrew!

like yesterday? :) yeah, the years seem to flash by...

hi gel,
i like this one for the thoughts and beliefs that i felt when i was writing it.

18 April, 2007 21:05  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

WOW!!! I like how you turn the light from external to internal.

21 April, 2007 01:24  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

a WOW!! from pat is always welcome! :)

22 April, 2007 21:05  

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