My life on Earth is symbiotic
With landed creatures and aquatic
With every tree and blade of grass
With every flower that I pass
I am one with moon and stars
With Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars
I see them shining in the night
The sun’s reflection makes them bright
We're made of star stuff one and all
My life on earth, it seems so small
How can I hope to understand?
A view of life that is so grand
So I gaze with upward eyes
Take in the marvel of the skies
And think that I will never know
The meaning of the life below
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With my world on fire, I turn to nature and to the heavens for comfort. They never fail me!
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Loved it!
Thank you for reading, so glad you enjoyed!
Awwww so beautiful! I love the rhyme!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 Nature always helps!!
If we look ourside ourselves, there is so much to be had in this extraordinary life. Your kind words are greatly appreciated my kindred friend!
Good write Bella.
Thank you dear Orchi! May your planets alingn in a most positive way. lol
A Beautiful poem
My comments on the poem "My life on earth” by Bella Shapard.
“symbiotic” : one needing the other.
You link yourself with creatures on land, in the sea and with vegetation and flowers.
“(…) in regard to external nature he has a refined sensibility and a feeling of communion; (.....) (P : 199). (Section by F. W. Thomas). "THE LEGACY OF INDIA." (Edited by G. T. Garratt). Introduction by the Marquess of Zetland. Oxford : The Clarendon Press, 1937. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
Poets have a communion with nature and this enables them to detect and write about the hidden beauties of nature.
“WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770-1850). Wordsworth was not only "Nature's priest," revealing to us "the wonder and bloom of the world," but also an interpreter of human life both in the poetic and philosophic expression of his own views of life and also in his narrative poems….” "AN ANTHOLOGY OF LONGER VERSE." (Edited by T. W. Moles and A. R. Moon). London : Longmans, Green and Co. Ltd., 1966. Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
The poet wants to discover the bloom of nature and transmit his findings to humanity.
“I am one with the moon and the stars…” Your communion does not stop on earth; it goes beyond and reaches the sky and the planets. The shining planets are a source of poetic inspiration.
“(…) In his treatment of nature, Browning, like most of his contemporaries, was inevitably influenced by the nature poetry of the Romantic era. Certain notes in his work are reminiscent of his early master Shelley. The love of a wide expanse, of the open sky and the wind, a keen eye for effects of light and colour, especially for the transformations worked by dawn and sunset, a power of seizing the more ethereal qualities of a landscape --- these characteristics he has in common with Shelley. (…)”
The love of the sky and the heavens enables poets to capture the beauty found in there and transmit it to humanity.
“My life on earth it seems so small…” Compared with the vastness of the firmament, human life appears so small, as almost to be lost in the universe. Yet, the poet acknowledges that the view of life itself is a grand one, as it is part of the expansive universe.
“I gaze with upward eyes
Take in the marvel of the skies…”
The marvel of earth-bound life is increased by the marvel of what we see in the skies. Stars and planets seem so far away as to be inaccessible. We can only wonder at and dream about the marvels in the skies. They are rather beyond our grasp, but the poetic mind will still try to capture their beauty and write about it.
“I think I will never know
The meaning of life below”
Both what we see on the face of the earth and the mysteries and marvels of the skies make us realise that we will never truly understand the complexities of life on earth.
“(…) Literature does not, of course, concentrate on a particular area of knowledge, as, for example, does Chemistry or History. Literature, we can say with some reason, is concerned with all aspects of Man and the universe in their entirety. (.....) (P : 7). H. L. B. Moody : "THE TEACHING OF LITERATURE WITH SPECIAL REFERENCE TO DEVELOPING COUNTRIES." London : Longman Group Ltd, 1971. ("LONGMAN HANDBOOKS FOR LANGUAGE TEACHERS" Series). Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
The poet looks at the entire universe and tries to decipher its meaning. Soman Ragavan. 9 October, 2023. //
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Thank you so much dear friend, your comment is truly remarkable and much appreciated.
Bella this is a wonderful introspective write and I loved it all. Great rhymes too!
Thank you my friend for reading, and for your kind words.
A wonderful poem. We are all "made from star stuff" all a part of the The Big Bang, and we all have a link to Nature. Your poem displays an understanding that many of us are missing. Us and this planet co-exist and we need to care for one another. Love dreading your poem. - Phil A.
I thank you dear kindred spirit, for you beautifully express the thoughts in my head, exactly. What a world it would be if we truly understood the kinship of all life.
Nature and the Universe will always be there for us Bella.
Andy
Yes it will my friend, and we are fortunate to be part of its mystery. Thank you!
How beautiful is this!!! Rhyming is perfect and imagery too, your last lines brings a question that we all ponder upon. What is it all about? Maybe the next gate will be the one that decides it all does seem a test some days. So provocative. ❤️ happy holidays dear Bella.
a perspective
I excavated from endless searching
is that, however grand
the universe and its shining pieces
it
would be so pathetic
without an audience....
so yes, we are mere afterthought
dots
in comparison to their longevity
and scale
.. yet
without our eyes, technically
they wouldn't exist.. how sad
to contemplate..
Schrödinger, was on to something
(not the cat thing)
that's just peek-a-boo made boring
but everything else..
something..
lol
(yeah I get my ego trimmed
every other scar in life, a daily
routine
helps me keep balance
when crawling through life..)
thank you!
a great write my wise friend
Thank you my wise and esteemed friend, your comments always add an extra dimension of thoughtfullness and for that I am truly grateful.
Wow. Beautiful work.
Thank you dear friend for reading, and for your kindest comment. It is greatly appreciated.
Bella a very deep poem that reaches to the foundation of science and religion. I agree with you we are all made of the same stuff and when we recycle it, as we pass on, it returns to where we began. We are indeed a bit of star dust. Very Nice Bella
Such beautiful words in your comment, it is poetry itself. Thank you dear friend.
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