Monday 23 August 2021

Newer worlds

 



Out of the death of stars, new worlds are born

often much harsher, harder to navigate,

to settle into - they have no comfort zones,

no plush wildgrasses. But that’s how worlds mutate.

 

And not just worlds. For anything to grow

something else must wither. The wildgrass must die

for the leaping gazelle and the carnivore.

Creation and growth need deaths as stimuli.

 

To maintain the order of the universe

to create, recreate, transform and renew

the stars self-destruct and the wildgrass withers,

the river vaporises then drips as dew.

 

Yet how difficult! - it is to accept

the imploded star, the shrunk river that’s left.





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    1. Despite nowing its necessity I struggle to accept the shrunken river and grieve for the imploded star...

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    2. Grieving is part of the process of acceptance...

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  2. Hi Nila - at the moment we all need to be ready to accept change - some of us find that challenging, others (like me - fortunately) can absorb and adapt fairly easily. Life is distinctly difficult for so so many ... stay safe and take care - we can only help where we can ... which hopefully will empower others to adapt too - and realise that life isn't so bad. All the best - Hilary

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    1. Thanks Hilary. We need to be change ready all the time, but it is particularly conspicuous right now. Life is always easier for a narrow minority and not so easy for most, unfortunately. The pandemic has shown this up all the more clearly. But we each must do what we can and remain positive :)

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  3. Hari OM
    ...acceptance is a key to so much... YAM xx

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  4. this poem offers such a unique perspective. Life is a cycle and we do have to recognize the death for life circle. It is a constant adaptation - you just wrote it beautifully. Have a good week

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    1. Thanks, Joanne. You have a brilliant week too.

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  5. Acceptance of change but still mourning the old - that's where I am right now. It's necessary but it's not easy to accept, especially the older I get.

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    1. The older I get the more I mourn the old and know the inevitability of change. So glad to see you here.

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  6. Life is definitely cyclical. Your poem brought to mind how some of the most fertile soil is the result of oftentimes violent, deathly volcanoes. Hawaii owes its existence to such shattering-at-the-time events.

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    1. True. Some cities have risen and fallen due to rivers changing the course and changing the entire economy of their hinterlands..

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  7. Beautiful.
    I had to reread the first line because I thought it said DeathStar and I was like, "oh cool, a Star Wars poem!." 🤣
    What you actually wrote was much more beautiful and deep.

    I had a productive month reading for a read-a-thon, writing a few book reviews, checking in with hospitalized family members, and writing a WEP flash fiction.
    Have you seen the notebook on the current (Aug 25) giveaway at Operation Awesome? That is some amazing custom art. Debut authors are always surprising me.
    I'm ready for the summer heat to be over. 🥵

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    1. Thanks J Lenni. I'm glad you enjoyed reading. I'm having a slightly topsy turvy month but I too would be no end pleased to see the back of the heat. Autumn is my favourite season anyway. :)

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