Mutability

Cherry

By D G Moody

Tue, 23 Jul 2024
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The light from the stars I’ll never see         
Is already on its way to me.                        
And though I’ll not my death outbrave;                         
It will shed its light upon my grave.

© D G Moody 2024 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Neatly written. Higlights our size, and our finite days in this life. Time to prepare for the after! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Rhiannon. And yes while the star seem infinite we see ourselves as finite; more reason why not to store up our riches where the moths and rust can consume them.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by marandina on

"The light from the stars I’ll never see.."

That's a thoughtful introspection, Dougie. 

A moving vignette and so much said in so few words.

Nicely done. Paul     

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Paul Our understanding of time seems so limited; we swim in it as do the fish in water but without any proper understanding of how it works.

And thanks to the editors for the Cherries - gratefully received.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Just about everyone I know finds comfort looking up at the stars, but I never have, find the hugeness frightening. But your poem is wonderful, you made it comforting

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Di. I agree, that looking up at the stars is a source of comfort, that no matter what we do to planet Earth the universe will still carry on.

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Very clever.

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Thanks Tom. I should have change the title to Epitaph, which I'll do sometime - while I have time.

Dougie Moody