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MADE OF STAR DUST

Margaret Ann Waddicor 11th January 2011.

Oh my man made of stardust, 
your face, your eyes made of gems, 
like the sun, in its death will become,
a diamond in the sky; 
the darkened charred remains
of all life gone, she/he will 
stay behind, a forgotten universe, 
full of life and excitement, 
exploding each second, 
then time will just stop
never having lived at all.

Fortunate are we to live just now,
the best moment in the short life 
of its existence, 
privileged to be, 
created from stars, 
and like stars we shall expire, 
as the end of the hour is reached, 
trillions of years ahead,
long after we're dead.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Intuition was a subject chosen as a discussion point for the Nobel Prize
Winners in Sweden and their different answers were always interesting,
would this theory have clinched the definition, or as all theories become
the best hypothesis so far in the understanding of this expression?
The sudden Eureka of the mind fitting together the grandest puzzle
we face, that of existence at all.

What sun, what mix, what chance,
we come, we go, we create
our lives, just one of many,
near likeness gives us similarity,
familiarity of choice and worth,
And yet the grand great puzzle,
what is life, on earth, in air, on planets,
universes everywhere;
we ponder, we dream, we think up theories,
fathom complex designs in nature, in our minds,
but do we have the answer
to what makes us all, keeps us all,
changes us all?

From dust to dust is closest to the truth,
no gods, no fairies, fancied up,
are maths of pattern changing
ever changing, ever changing, ever changing.

No wonder man can produce beautiful patterns as patterns are the norm,
are the blueprint that copies the minds own generation to generation
making us surprised when we create something that is parallel to nature.
WE ARE NATURE.

LuvALL Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

author comment

oh, but how we live(d)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a moment in forever,
never blocked its view
light
is all there is
and
you

Love,
Anna

'as the end of the hour is reached,
trillions of years ahead,
long after we're dead'
- nothing to worry about then lol

are you well my annanya?
i hope so
i have missed you
love judyanne.
xxxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Soo good to read your rich wisdom and imagery. Your poems always an inspiration and full of appreciation for life. Beautiful and thought provoking at the same time. You are in a class of your own.

Wonderful poem

Love Mand xxxxxxx

OH sweet friends, what can I say?

Thank you all and love. Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

author comment

I will try to find the music 'Stardust' which my mother used to play and read this poem while the music lifts the soul in the background. I am sure it will be an experience to remember and to return to again and again.

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