The Starlet

I'm not a girl, I'm a nebula.
I landed here in a pink cloud of dust.
From each word blossomed stars, galaxies.
My legs were moved by hydrogen and helium.
In my hands entire solar systems lay.

I've lost all that now.
In falling to Earth I've gained its terrain.
Rough hewn hips, grassy eyes, and waves of sandy weight.
I can say, it's a stabilizing change. Constricting, even.
At least I can still look up.

There are good things about you people.
You worship the sky.
The firmament, the vault, the heavens,
All lofty words from so far below.
If the ancients knew who I was, I'd be deity in every respect.
Still, it doesn't compare.
I don't think anything should.

I want to go back.
I don't know if I can.
I'd ask a priest, Will you pray for my safe journey?
I'd never take it.
I'll ask an artist, Can you paint back the stars in my eyes?
The paint would crack.

Then I wonder how the cosmos have changed.
My spot in the stars could be filled.
Another nebula,
A sea of supernovae,
Or a black hole, devouring the light I created.

I don't care about that.
There's always space to fill, like there's always rooms to rent.
I'll find a way.
I will find a way.
There's a pulsar in my heart,
Beating and turning,
Beaming and sending out
Light and blood in the same time and way
Ba-boom. Shew. Ba-boom. Shew.
I'll send that light north, and it will take me with it.
And all I'll have to do,
Is keep looking up.

Reviews

[Not A Writer]

Outside of the box poem. Interesting.

[W R Stowe]

You have stepped outside on this one very intersting

[Emily]

Thank you! :D

[W R Stowe]

your welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

I love your poetry. Always a good journey to better places and thoughts.
'I'm not a girl, I'm a nebula.
I landed here in a pink cloud of dust."
You had me from the opening lines. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Emily]

I am so grateful for each of reviews. Thank you!