Rather Just Be Stardust

A rambling poem about wonder

I wonder what it is

That holds the sky up

And tho’ I know 

We’re composed of Stardust

I know not 

What it is, nor why

I wonder where the thunder goes

When it fades into the distance

And why the streams 

like misted dreams

Glide by…

Without resistance

I wonder why old people often cry

When they ponder on the past

Do they think their tears

Will quell their fears and…

Slow time that

Goes by so fast

I even wonder

Why people ponder

Of things so far

Beyond their ken

Better by far…to just be stardust

To ne’er wonder 

…why or when…

Author's Note

Wonder what you'll think of this one (but I really won't care!)

Reviews

[Amy D. Brooks]

Excellent imagery, very sad, very gripping, good job!