Debris (Dust Or Diamonds) Poem by Christine Austin Cole
Debris (Dust Or Diamonds)
[We won’t survive this as we began it…]
We’ll be dust or diamonds,
remnants of the selves we were;
some alter-him, some other-her.
We linger now, near metamorphic,
awaiting that one cosmic collision,
great continental shift,
or violent volcano
that is enough in its dying
to change us, move us
and leave us
ripe for the finding.
(One more day will not matter,
one more night will not change
the wickedness of waiting
in a world that stays the same
when the clatter of the cosmos
can’t be heard above its pain.)
Still, a meteor is screaming
across a universal sky
on a collision course with destiny,
fueled by burning time
bound for its final destination
where it will lay its rubble down
with the hope that someday, somehow
its secrets will be mine(d) .
[… and whether dust or diamonds, dear, is fine]
I really like your ability to create such amazing imagery within your creations. I have noticed this on a few of your pieces and its very effective...Stunning! ! ! Best wishes Jon.
some alter-him, some other-her' I envy you for owning this verse. Not only a very commonplace thought has been very superbly versified I also see experiments in a very advanced form of verse; as Frank puts is 'keep that pen pumpin'' Hugs lady rehan
Have to keep up with the racing imagery and thoughts in this poem which is superbly crafted. Thanks.
I find no word to praise you...the whole poem binds the reader's heart to befriend the words again and again..certainly a diamond-poem and a diamond-poet...thank you
What a beautiful capture, you have painted here, wonder piece. A diamond in the rough for sure
Your poem certainly works up the inevitable. I can feel the tension and looming fate. I continue to long for a world other than either... or. Nice use of d's in the title. I appreciate your ending. Very clever use of mine(d) and the last line introduces a sort of relief 'levity'. 'with the hope that someday, somehow its secrets will be mine(d) .' [… and whether dust or diamonds, dear, is fine]
As an astronomy teacher (among other things!) I appreciate so much your grasp of the cosmos and the poetic nature of reality... do please at least publish an e-book, so we can download all yours at once and enjoy, be challenged and left better people than when we started. Thank you.
Christine, what I like most about your poetry is your grasp on the ethereal. Growing up in the desert, I have seen mean a meteor crossing the night sky, nearly close enough (it seemed to me) to touch. This poem grasps the feeling of what place we have in a universe filled with dust and diamonds. Very nice. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This poem at least is a diamond. Your language is really powerful and rich in associations.