In Spirit

We are in time a mote of dust,

a pin prick in an ocean sky.

While some may catch the comet's flare,

each one of us is doomed to die.

What causes some to burn so bright

when most live out their lives in night?

I'd like to dance above the clouds,

do cartwheels over mountains high.

Chase rainbows to the valley's end

and grow two wings so I might fly.

These things I may not do on earth,

but will in spirit with re-birth.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Beautifully captured thought Chris, which leads me to wonder if we remove religion and personal beliefs from the equation for a moment, leads to the wonder that seems so primal and ingrained into our dna, of why we all have the feeling of being finally free of bodily form so intense, that it leads to another thought of this "life" being an audition for whatever it is I feel and you felt strongly enough t pen these words.
The thought does seem to lead us somewhere beyond faith and into realms unspoken, felt and known.
I wonder why we wonder such wonders, beneath a starless night sky where even the atmosphere of our own planet can cover these night jewels, how we still sense them there, waiting for us to unchain ourselves from our gravity obeying shells and see and be them without the need for eyes.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to counting twinkles before that big twinkle returns (the sun) ☀️😊☀️

[Chris Shaw]

Thoughts beyond faith, sort of grab me. I am not keen on organised religion Lorry. Thanks for your thoughtful review on an older poem, out for an airing. Your avatar is incredibly stunning. Tell me more about it please.

Chris

[Lorry]

Was taken 22th May 2016 and just came across it again. I think it was taken at Loch Lomond but from what side I knoweth not. I was thinking it will be my first jaunt out when the chaos of lock down easing settles down, around 2023 😊
Officially it is out of bounds but only because the many idjits who have headed there now the sun is out have made it a danger to life with people parking on the only road. Selfish ***** 😊
Its the second time it's happened that police towed all vehicles away yesterday again and locals cabs refused to take them the 70 odd miles to to the pound and closed all B&B's. The sane are rebelling and about flippin time 😊

[Chris Shaw]

The image is spectacular. You know there are nutters everywhere. Both sides of the border :)

[Lorry]

Yep, it's like an explosion in a snickers factory up here when the sun comes out to play. Nuts everywhere, but at least the squirrels will be happy 😊

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Isn't it ironic? We are spirit, weighted down by our bodies; but most of all, by our minds. We could achieve so much; and yet, sadly, the majority of us don't. I think we actually fear greatness, and the world is only too happy to see us fail.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Linda for stopping by to share your thoughts. An older poem out for an airing.

[Montana ~ Arthur Henn]

This is a thought-provoking and beautifully written poem that invites the reader to reflect on the fleeting nature of human existence and the possibility of transcending it.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Arthur for your encouraging review. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts.

[Stella Armour]

those that burn brightest often burn out very fast, think i prefer to be an insignificant dust mote that floats along in my own little dream-world ..... and sees many generations and constellations of younger motes arriving to play their part..

[Chris Shaw]

Hello dear Stella. You are of course right. Thinking about Amy Winehouse here after reading your response.An immense talent that burned brightly for so little time. Thanks for stopping by. Have a good Sunday.

[keith]

only the narcissist worries about establishing a legacy. it's the task of those following.
our time here is but a fleeting moment that only came once.
and like the airplane sang ...
"But the human name
Doesn't mean s**t to a tree"

your writings have a consistency that speaks well of you. KUDOS!

[Chris Shaw]

Keith, begging your pardon. Somehow I missed your review, so better late than never with the thanks. Have a great weekend.

Chris

[keith]

thanks, i don't take it personal
i'm used to being out of sight/ignored!
no problem ... keep writing

[Robert Haigh]

Yes indeed, most of us live ordinary lives, with little if any claim to fame, but it has always been that way. Some people (particularly some artists) live frugal or poverty-stricken lives, and then find great fame after they are gone, whilst others (particularly artists again) are greatly celebrated during their own lifetime, only to fade or fall from grace after their earthly days are over. We can still enrich our lives in many ways, even if fortune and fame never come our way. As for the afterlife... only time will tell! A relevant and well-written poem, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Robert for sharing your thoughts. Most of us will be forgotten within a few generations, Some, may continue to be remembered hundreds of years after their demise. Look at Shakespeare, some of the painters and composers. What we all have in common is our time here is fleeting in the overall picture and we are all going to die. No escape from that :)) Really appreciate you taking time to read and comment.

Chris

[William Michael Reeves]

Your poem reminded me of an excellent novel called 'The Mote in God's Eye'. I realize this is not what your poem is about, but space tourism will allow us to dance and do cartwheels in the heavens. Or at least the rich will be able to. The rest of us will have to wait for afterlife.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Bill for sharing your thoughts about this older write. Like you I think it will only be the
very wealthy who get to enjoy space travel. The rest of us will have to wait for the next part of our journey and hope:)) Pleased you stopped by to share. All the best.

Chris

[Azifwecare]

this puts me in a hopeful dreamy state that i will be able to fly too : )

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Undecided. Appreciate your visit.

Chris

[Silmara McGarry]

I truly love this poem, at the end it give me goosebumps. You write with such wisdom and special light, that the readers mind flows with each and every word as if enchanted by it. Marvellously written dear Chris.
Enjoy your weekend!
Hugs
Sil
:-)))

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sil for such a lovely review. Have a great weekend yourself. All good wishes and hugs across the waves.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Chris. Would be nice to find a safe cloud to rest. Hello from Michigan and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Coyote. A big hello to you and Michigan. A safe cloud would certainly provide some rest for troubled souls. All good wishes to you.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Good wishes to you dear Chris. You are welcome.

[Robert Trakofler]

you do it every time you pick up that pen dear Chris I have seen it on the pages those wings that flight the soaring it all there all the time

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Bunny, many thank yous. Sometimes I just like to take to flight and see things from a different perspective. Hope all is good with you.

Chris