From There to Here

Ghost of Cassiopeia, NASA

“Powerful gushers of energy from seething stars can sculpt eerie-looking figures with long, flowing veils of gas and dust. One striking example is “the Ghost of Cassiopeia,” officially known as IC 63, located 550 light-years away in the constellation Cassiopeia the Queen.” Image Credits: NASA, ESA and STScI; Acknowledgment: H. Arab (University of Strasbourg)

 

Beneath the brown,

a seed grows green,

see?

 

Beneath the frost,

nature murmurs a song,

listen

 

as after the rain,

spring sings of time

in a fall of pink petals

 

and ghosts sail

through a universe

of if

 

with star rhythms

they dazzle—

and we embrace the fire

 

from a champagne cloud,

remembering

like a night kiss,

 

the brilliance of eternity

lingering

in our blood.

 

I took words from three sets of tiles, and the Oracle and I collaborated on this poem. Mostly her, I just added the articles and such. I think the link is still open for Open Link Night on dVerse, where Lillian is hosting from her vacation retreat, so I’m linking this there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

43 thoughts on “From There to Here

  1. When I was a little girl, I remember Aunt Ruthie guiding my face to the night sky and pointing out Cassiopeia. Your photo/verse reminded me of that moment in time such a long, long time ago.

  2. we do have stardust in our blood, we are the same species as the cosmos, and a unique conscious corner, reveling in that night kiss. Such wonderful sounds Merrill, pink petals pop! And that night kiss, and the lingering! I took four random words from random page numbers from New Yorker Magazine, “disposesses, river, there, been” and tried to build my poem around the sounds a s the primary focus, but a message still came through. There may be something to this Oracle stuff, idk, felt cute 😉
    Really love this!

  3. A hopeful poem … that’s how I read it, new life sprouting under dead leaves or a glaze of frost. I might be trying too hard, but it’s like you’re going from the micro (seed) to the macro (stars, or eternity?). A widely encompassing poem. At the least, it’s beautiful 🙂

  4. This is stunning! And the directives to see and listen….oh yes.

    I especially love these words:
    “as after the rain,
    spring sings of time
    in a fall of pink petals”
    I’ve always thought as a writer, if my words can connect with my reader, no matter if the way they connect is my intention, then they’ve had an effect…they’ve given birth to another’s thoughts and feelings. For me….the lines I quoted above, remind me of Spring 2018 when we spent a month in a Washington DC apartment because our Boston condo unit was having some rehab being done. In the back yard of the apartment was a huge cherry tree and we were there for cherry blossom time. When there was a slight wind or breeze, we could look out our window there and see a rain of pink petals….literally. It was so very beautiful. It seems to me I wrote a poem about it for dVerse? Not sure….but that’s what your lines here brought to mind. Thanks for the memory! 🙂

    • Thank you so much for your comment, Lillian. You are the second person to comment that my poem brought a vivid memory. So, of course, I didn’t know of your experience, but I’m so pleased that my words touched you and brought back this wonderful memory. Thank you for letting me know. ❤

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