Carefully, carefully each piece is fitted for unearthly pressures and strange atmospheres
Charting and planning this voyage to never return
Checking the hatches we make every effort to preserve the pressure and seal in the air
Counting in sequence; the boosters beginning to burn
Here at the dawn with our chins lifted high
To the moon and beyond
Further out
Tipping our hats to the friends standing by
We are already gone
Further out
Into the ink of a fathomless evening these fires will drive us a lifetime from here
Guided by only a dream and the things that we made
Gravity tied to our ankles could not stop the breaking at last as the world disappears
Weightless, and empty we dance on the edge of this blade
Limits were set for the innocent sky
But we never belonged
On the ground
Dangerous business captured our eye
From the mysteries held
Further out
Look for our light when the clouds have all cleared
Out with the stars on the galaxy floor
Reaching for what is not offered down here
Breaching the distance, persistent for more
This is a great poem, I love it π and the photo fits so well!
I appreciate that. Originally I didn’t add photos to my poems because I didn’t know what to put, then I decided I would if I could use only my own and create a more artistic abstract of important things to me. And I hope it also makes the blog a little more colorful and less bland π
You are so talented with your words..Love this poem!
xx
Thank you, Deb! I’m glad you stopped by!
“Reaching for what is not offered down here
Breaching the distance, persistent for more”
Infinities of meaning …
Thank you. What does it mean to you?
I love this as I have always wanted to travel the galaxy’s and see stars born and die and new planets I was born too soon, your poem speaks my dream… Also great picture!
You are still breathing! There is hope!
wow! I especially like the ending. Another good one, VW!
Thank you, Blue! If I had to pick a part to do well on, the ending would probably be it! π
Wonderful VW…beautiful description of our space ambitions…if only we could get past the moon π
Are you sure we ever REALLY got there? π
Wonderful poem, VW –
“But we never belonged
On the ground”
Isn’t that the truth!!! I love all your imagery, the details, the philosophy behind the theme of your poetry. This works on so many levels – literal and metaphorical!
Thank you, Betty. I generally think in terms of emotions and desires but I don’t know how to explain them without imagery and physical correlations π
you play so well with words specially metaphors…loved the hopeful and inspirational ending….
Hope is an essential part of survival out there adrift among the stars
Thank you, my friend
Look for our light when the clouds have all cleared
Out with the stars on the galaxy floor
Reaching for what is not offered down here
Breaching the distance, persistent for more
I love the last part, the persistent and determination that nothing is impossible, and I honestly in love with all the arts u used post by post …..
Thank you so much. Your encouragement helps me keep writing π
Wow! I immersed myself in every line of this poem, VW. I especially loved:
Into the ink of a fathomless evening these fires will drive us a lifetime from here
Guided by only a dream and the things that we made
This poem touched me, somewhere deep in my soul. Thank you!
That is a warming compliment indeed. Thank you so much for reading and immersing yourself! I am grateful you took time to share your thoughts
When is the next full moon?
Great one! a keeper.
I asked because a lot about being in space iner-outer-meta-concrete and where we are seems to be on peoples minds…or in their writing..art,,photos–?
I have toyed with the thought of being an astronomer and I enjoy sitting under the stars with a pair of headphones so you will probably see the celestial realm pop up on occasion in my words π
Full moon has its own set of surprises… π
Awesome writing. I like how the first part makes me think in how I sometimes develop a comfort zone and then seal it, maybe in desire to keep everything how it is and avoiding change. Then, off to the journey dodging asteroids, etc but living an adventure nonetheless
Thank you for the thoughts and insight. I always love heating what you see in the lines. I am a fan of loose wording and sometimes vague insinuations and I like to let the readers decide what it means sometimes. Thank you for sharing!
And I’m guilty of already having a thought resonating and relating it to whatever I read sometimes. One great thing about all you write is that you make people think or feel things. A successful poet you are
Thank you so much. That is a glowing praise that means a lot to me
I Really like this part
“Limits were set for the innocent sky
But we never belonged
On the ground”
I never felt like I belonged here, It fits my moods most days lol
Thank you again for writing a stellar poem! and Offering a wonderful image to go with it.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Belonging is something we all strive for, but rarely encounter. Thank you for reading and taking time to share it with me!
Truly awesome and I esp. love:
Dangerous business captured our eye
From the mysteries held
Further out
Look for our light when the clouds have all cleared
Out with the stars on the galaxy floor
Reaching for what is not offered down here
Breaching the distance, persistent for more
You have such a gift with words, my friend! The image is also perfect!
Thank you! Words are merely the crude hieroglyphs I carve into white space to translate thought doodles into literary snippets π
I am enjoying the idea you’ve set forth here. Perhaps I will take it with me to dreamland tonight.
You are more than welcome to. Although it is a very short idea, so you will have to fill in all the details π
Vdub,
“But we never belonged
On the ground”
I love this…it’s like two lovers setting sail on the ocean or flying into space just the two…two vagabounds finding each other in their own seperate journeys or a dream they both share….it’s great friend, I truly love this.
π
Thank you so much. Your thoughts are always an encouragement to me. We can always dream, right? π