It came to me in a dream
light across the void.
Our lives mere moments
fragile fragments of time
thrust into the tumultuous tempest
of a vast and emerging eternity.
It came to me in a dream
light across the void.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Credit: ESA/Hubble; European Space Agency, NASA, and J. Hester (Arizona State University)
This is for d’Verse, poetics where we were asked to use one of the images to look upwards.
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LOVE this Alison! We chose the same photo. Bjorn pointed out to me that if you look at it closely, there is a shadow of a face in it – the profile! Love the circular coming back to the first two lines….and mention of the “tumultuous tempest of a vast and emerging eternity.” Well done!
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Thank you it was a lovely image, I saw the form too. X
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I think that we need all the hope we can get… like that light.
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I like the repetition in this. It’s almost as though you’re comforting yourself, say it often enough and it’ll be true.
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These photos are dreamlike, as is your poem–hope-filled and lovely.
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I liked the idea of light across the void coming in a dream.
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So very true this “Our lives mere moments”
In relation to time- our lives cand be described this way. Enjoyed it 😊
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Thankyou. XX
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😊
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What a beautiful ray of hope!
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thankyou. XX
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love this Alison – a vast and emerging eternity… and we, just fragile fragments… beautiful
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many thanks.
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Our lives mere moments in the grand scheme of the universe. A reminder that life is fragile and we need to enjoy the journey as much as we can. The repetition works well to reinforce the message.
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Than.kyou, sometimes it is useful to see beyond.
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Ours lives are truly mere moments. I love the repetition in your poem.
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Many thanks. XX
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I like the circular movement of this poem, Alison, like a planet orbiting.
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Thanks Kim. XXX
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Our lives are definitely mere moments. I love this!
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A beautiful choice and the words to go with it!
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I love the idea of light coming across the void. Well done, Alison!
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Wonderful, Alison. And much of that void (the physical one) is still a scientific mystery, which might turn out not as much a vacuum as we thought (dark matter). Perhaps that might be true likewise for the metaphysical void? Still, light shines through. Thank you for this hope.
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