Harmless pastime for Grandma Bea

poem in rhyming quatrains

Harmless pastime

When I survey the skies at night.
I try to count the points of light
although I know it can't be done
I still attempt to just for fun.

The light which we perceive today
has taken centuries they say.
To travel at the speed of light
from stars beyond our human sight.

Perhaps its true, perhaps its not
but does it matter. Not a lot.
The stars I think that I can see
are part of my reality.

Though they burnt out eons ago.
the speed of light seems very slow.
I see them as they used to be
and that is good enough for me.

I understand each is a sun
but still I count them just for fun.
Those distant twinkling points of light
To me a source of pure delight.

I like to sit and fantasise
about these beacons in the skies.
Set my imagination free
as I sit watching quietly.

6-Mar-09
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Reviews

[Beatrice Boyle (Grandm..]

Well Ivor...you did it again...amazed me with your versatility!

The sure way to a girl's (I use the term looselyj) heart, is to dedicate a poem to her.
Forget the flowers...they die too soon...as for candy...my lips thank you but my hips don't!!
I'll take a cleverly composed poem (any form will do) especially when it's dedicated to me!

I'm sure your wife has run out of storage space to put all of hers. A sample of my loving husband's attempts at an original valentine: Roses are red...the sky is blue...what time is dinner...I hope dessert will be you!

Still have that gem tucked away somewhere!

Bea

[The Cougar's Den]

I absolutely adore this! How fun, and how informative, all at the same time!
What a delightful read, young man...beautiful, simply beautiful.

[sisyqueen2008]

i really like your poem.

[Fran Marie]

What a delightful write for Lady Bea~ beutifully penned~Fran Marie