Of starry stuff our lives were made
when supernova cloud cascade
in stellar burst of gases shed
with elements from which we're bred
evolved to human escapade;
yet nature's laws must be obeyed
so all that flourishes shall fade
for never-ending cosmic thread
of starry stuff;
mid vast celestial serenade
as music of the spheres portrayed
with majesty the stars o'erspread
create the living from the dead
in metamorphic masquerade
of starry stuff.
Loved your rondeau, and thanks for the 'Poet's Notes'. Your poems are a joy to read and recite, I love to recite them aloud. Then, after reciting, I begin to think about my position and being among the heavenly bodies in the universe, and easily I get lost! 'We are made of star-stuff' - very much I am prone to believe in this. God! How little a thing I am!
Thank you very much for reading my new rondeau and for expressing your reaction in such a vivid, detailed manner! I appreciate it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Of starry stuff our lives were made when supernova cloud cascade' nice lines, a theme I have always found intriguing
I’m pleased that you read the poem and enjoyed the theme, which I find intriguing also. Thank you!