The Ball of Dirt

We are nothing but mites living in a dirt ball.

Oh dear, there is a lot going on-
in this tiny ball of dirt.
Some say it's big, some say it's huge.

But look, it's just a spec of dust.

Look above at the black carpet,
Blazing sparkles sprayed on to it.
Look at the emptiness that engulf us.
Look far in to the past of pasts.

You'll find yourself there ,

in the heart of a blazing star.
A bunch of dust waiting to become you.
Waiting to be thrown out into the darkness.

It's a long journey , a voyage through-

the dark corners of space and time,
Towards this very moment-
when my lips meet yours.

Don't you taste stardust ?

Don't you feel that we're the same ?
Don't you see the blaze in my eyes,
The heat of a star trapped in my body?

Let's hold our hands , gaze at our past ,

Till we float away and be dust again.
They say it's big , some say it's huge
But it's a spec of dust , like you and me.

But there's a lot going on here ,

in this tiny ball of dirt.
But stay with me, well journey through-
space and time, around this tiny dirt ball.

We'll float like a dust in a sun beam,

till our past and future meet as one...

Reviews

[Anjali]

Excellent piece of writing. We all are just a ball of dirt, and going to be in the dust.

[Weeping willow]

Nice write about a ball of dirt, I like how you intertwine it with the existence of humans.

[Thepensiveplayer]

I've certainly been away too long. Your poems continue to be amazing! I love the similarities been us and the earth itself. The particular attention you draw towards dust is thought- provoking and reality at the end of our roads. Let's travel this dirt ball as far as we can as specks of dust my friend. ;)

[Pragati Chaudhary]

So beautiful.

yes we all are the same
Stardust!

Loved it

[barleygirl]

In a way, your poem is basically a romantic love poem (& you probably know I hate most love poems) . . . but you have taken many of the typical "love poem" symbols (stardust . . . lips meet yours . . . hold hands) . . . yet, you put these familiar ideas into a setting that's "out of this world"! (This is a good thing, in case you're not following me!) I almost didn't realize I was reading a love poem becuz you lured me into your space-like imagination about how crazy and "out there" love can feel. I felt like I was in new territory, whereas most love poems feel like old territory to me. So, thanks for taking the old love poem scraps & making it into something bright & futuristic! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[The ArK]

Thank you very much, Margie! Love is 'out of the world' actually.

[barleygirl]

Good one! *smile*

[Nefertiti Virtudes Ahme..]

Wow what a wonderful poem! I love how, in my opinion, you use dust to describe life. Since we are essentially made of dust. But you make it poetic and beautiful. Dark and alluring. Kudos.

[The ArK]

Thank you very much for your comment. It's true we are all related, more than you think.

[Sami Khalil]

I felt you are talking about black holes. If so, a good scientific poem.

[The ArK]

I was referring to the Earth as the tiny dirt ball. It is the idea that everything we see- you me the earth, the planets and the stars- is connected to each other in many ways than we realize, that fascinated me.

[Sami Khalil]

Ok sir. Thank you kindly. You are welcome.