We harvested the fruits of muddy shores,
watched millions of diamond sparkles
on the crests of ocean waves before
we turned our eyes to space. It startled
us and left us wanting to know more
about what lies beyond the darkness,
titillated and tempted to explore.
Still we must overcome hurdles
while our feet are rooted in Earth’s floor,
thankful that our world’s not starless
and the universe too beautiful to ignore.
Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2019

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics Poetics: Theories of Everything and Anything, Poetry and Science, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Merril tells us that she was fascinated by the recent photo of a black hole and says that there is a long history of poetry that contemplates both the world around us and the universe. She has shared a link to a Brainpickings post, in which Maria Popova mentions several recent poems about space. In particular, she focuses on astronomer-poet Rebecca Elson, who died at age thirty- nine, and her poem ‘Theories of Everything’.
For this poetics prompt, Merril would like us to write poems about theory or theories: how we make sense of the natural world, our bodies, space, or whatever.
It’s amazing how we turned our eyes skyward and tried to understand… but still we are rooted in the mud, and if we forget that we are lost. Like trees growing to high.
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Our planet is in such a state, I think we have to do something about it before going further into space. The universe has given us plenty of science to solve our problems.
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what lies beyond the darkness,
titillated and tempted to explore.
Great!
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Thank you, Nathan!
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Looking up into a night sky makes me realize what a tiny speck of humanity I am.
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Me too.
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We are rooted here in the mud, but ever-gazing towards the stars and their mysteries. I love your last two lines.
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Thank you, Merril.
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This poem is too beautiful to ignore. Marvelous formal work, Kim. Salute!
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Thank you, Ron!
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thankful that the world is not starless…that leaves me thinking…bkm
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Thanks for reading and commenting.
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It’s the great leap, I guess. I like the way you take us from contemplation of beauty to science, and back to beauty – appreciation made greater by knowledge.
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Thank you, Sarah.
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Love this. We are rooted in mud but it doesn’t keep us from gazing skyward. The last two lines are beyond beautiful, that our universe is so vast and fascinating and utterly beautiful.
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Thank you, Toni.
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Stars, daisies, all part of the same magic. We don’t see it because we can’t bear not to be at the centre, the cause and the reason for everything.
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That is so true, Jane. While some of are are entranced by stars and daisies, the people who want to invade the stars and pick the daisies are the ones who dump their rubbish into the sea.
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They don’t look further than the end of their own egos.
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The universe is a vast concept and its mysteries are nothing short of art! This is gorgeously written, Kim❤️
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Thank you so much, Sanaa. 🙂
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A beautiful post – the universe is the final frontier, indeed! 🙂
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Thank you kindly! 🙂
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Yes indeed – to everything you (so beautifully) say.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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This is so beautiful, and the rhyming makes it even more so.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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I liked reading your poem, Kim. The clever rhyme also adds to the reading.
While our feet are rooted here in mud
Astronauts are flying into space
Outer space where mud is yet come
We’ll work hard to buy some more space suites
I worked with NASA Houston, Flight Control, for 14 years and three years establishing a U.S. Air Force Satellite Tracking Station in New Hampshire. I still like to read of the space exploration work and items when the supporters write. Thank you, you did really good with this. Oh yes, I wrote a tongue in cheek ditty about the M87 Black Hole for Day 11 of NaPoWriMo.
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Thank you kindly Jim.
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I love the spirit of wonder that exists here, despite the honest acknowledgement that humanity still has a lot of maturing to do.
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Thank you, Rommy. As they say, charity begins at home and Earth is such a mess these days. I just hope that no ‘bright spark’ thinks about ejecting our plastic rubbish into space.
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Well written Kim. Sometimes I think we are as significant as a pimple on an elephant’s behind! We are specks of nothing in the vast universe 😑
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Thank you so much, Christine. 🙂
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Loved these last lines !
thankful that our world’s not starless
and the universe too beautiful to ignore.
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Thank you, Sabio!
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“the universe too beautiful to ignore.” – the magic of the stars and wonder of what lies beyond.
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I’d like to keep them magical a little longer – we have enough to deal with down here on Earth.
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The last four lines are the perfect conclusion.
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Thank you, Kerry.
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lovely last line and not only did your theorise but did so in excellent rhyme – in this poem we are like the lotus flower
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Thank you kindly, Laura.
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Wonderful thoughts Kim. It is a grand mystery indeed. I’d trade a starlit night for city lights any night!
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😊
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“Too beautiful to ignore,” love this…
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Thank you, Annell.
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What would life be without stars? Wonderful poem!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Your poem makes me think of how I am always baffled by some people get so excited about the rings of Jupiter, but don’t get just as thrilled by the shape of a cloud above their heads. How far does something have to be for all to see its wonder? How close and “common” to lose value? We’ve made such a mess of what we have, that when I see humanity looking at the stars, I tremble… at the thought of what they will be turned into.
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Thank you, Magaly. I agree with everything you say. I’m concerned at how blinkered many people are, especially at the state of our oceans and the dwindling species on this planet. Nature will teach us a lesson eventually; like every mother, she can be patient for only so long.
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*sigh*
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I love how you’ve crafted rhyme and meter into this piece. Gorgeous.
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Thank you, Misky!
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Lovely – and that second stanza – so powerful. For me, it calls to mind one of my heroes, Carl Sagan. Thank you.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Ah…we dig in the earth’s dirt, heads down…..sail the seas, eyes looking outward….and yet the beauty of the stars is what is mystically beautiful to us! Love this write.
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Thank you, Lill!
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Seems we are left to speculate what is in the great beyond! Good poem Kim!
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Gorgeous rhyming, wonderful.
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Thank you , Marian.
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Beautifully done, Kim! You remind us that, however we may admire the stars, our home is the Earth. May we care for it while we still can!
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Thank you, Frank!
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We love this—may we use it on our Science poetry site ‘Collecting Reality’?
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Of course, you are more than welcome!
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