He who made light and pulsing rhythms: particles
aching to implode or explode;
bits of humanity and spirituality
needing to cling; to music that is sung
by whales, and stars, and unseen Universes
he knows
magnetism and momentum
of drawing one to another
and gathering up
of secrets and small sputtering lights
who need but some small flare
to warm them again.
I am a dark star
curling in on myself
open to finding a new story,
a new song, a new tale.
Author notes
Prompt: Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers...Hans Christian Andersen
jpg provided by contest holder.
dedicated to those who care for others...and those who helped me gather it together over the last few days.
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A contest entry
- life is a fairy-tale... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended January 4, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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..."he knows, magnetism and momentum, of drawing one to another, and gathering up of secrets and small sputtering lights who need but some small flare to warm them again..."...oh, Dear Poet...this is truth of divine love and purpose worked out within the human fabric of life...you are a blessing, as usual, with your gift of words...so glad I read this today...best of luck in the contest. Peace always, Rhonda
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ty so much Rhonda, for your kind comments.
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I am a dark star
curling in on myself
open to finding a new story,
a new song, a new tale.
This is quite a wonderful take on the prompt..well done... -
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ty, Prab. I lvoe to enter your contests. It moves my Muse to spiriutual things.
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"I am a dark star
curling in on myself
open to finding a new story,
a new song, a new tale."
I love your words, my Friend...but I could never even imagine you as a "dark star". A brilliant light in the sky, yes. A luminous guide to follow, of course. Yes, we all have our dark moments...but your torch within will never go out. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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I always seem to have some small briliant coal just waiting to flare up again..thank goodness, I can not imagine being dark for long.
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ah the mystery of the dark star, birth place of the new beginning or just a cinder in the endless night. Perhaps a reminder of the black hole it gave to. Black holes to this universe maybe flares of energy in another. So much we see and still we barely know at all. What will we learn from all our efforts if we don't first learn to be good with one another.
Love, Tom B.
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ty and you are certainly good to me and my poetry and I do appreciate that, Tomis.
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oh my goodness...
GOOD MORNING TO ME!
thank you for this write...EXACTLY what I needed to read this morning!
thank you beautiful lady...
this poem and my coffee are the perfect combo for the attitude adjustment I sorely need!
love this:
needing to cling; to music that is sung
by whales, and stars, and unseen Universes
AMEN...love the use of CLING here...sheer brilliance!
you rock my world lady!
very well done!
Blessings! Tammy
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What a ncie comment. thank you so much for the return favor then.
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