Stella, bella stella…
I know, I know. I’m so behind. Busy life, I tell ya, so I’m playing catch up again. Four poems, one at a time, coming your way. Please forgive me. But I promise, it’s going to calm down soon. October is almost done and November will be here this weekend. One more football game/marching band performance for me and my family and then things calm way the heck down. Thankfully. So, let’s get caught up on poems.
It’s all around, forest fires start from sparks, oceans are made of water drops. (There I go again with my element loving) but look around and take a moment to observe how the clothes you wear are made of tiny threats and the vastness of the sky. Try to count some of the billions of stars outside at night and realize that most of those are bigger than the sun, and there’s SO many of them. But you’re not just this tiny speck in space, you are a beautiful combination of tiny pieces of matter put together in a truly unique way.
Today I encourage you to think about those things as you write your poem of the day.
I took this picture last week while I was waiting with my Zombie Hunter son for his bus to the Undead Creature Training Class (ahem, fifth grade).
This is Venus with Jupiter just beneath her and Mars (faintly) beneath Jupiter. I loved the juxtaposition of the sight. Venus, the smaller planet, looking bigger and brighter than Jupiter, the largest planet in our solar system. Then Mars, smaller than Venus and further away from Earth, looking even smaller than the massive planet which is further from us than Mars. And then their names, Jupiter God-Father of all the Roman gods and goddesses, and Mars-God of War, beneath Venus, the Goddess of Love. Jupiter, Father of All/Greatest of Gods, bows and kneels, and War is as nothing next to Love.
As I Wait For the Sun to Rise
By Jesi Scott
In the vastness of the indigo heaven
Brighter than Jupiter and Mars,
Which bow to her radiance,
And all the stars in the sky
Twinkle in homage to her beauty.
Her incandescence sparks awe
As I, alone in the sleeping world,
Marvel at how small I am in the grand tapestry
Of a universe which can turn a small planet,
Named for the goddess of Love,
Into a diamond that sparkles and glows
And gives hope to a world
full of lightning and war.