I am a
small animal
Star.
I am firewood,
For billions of years,
temporarily blazing,
I eat air.
Give light to the distant,
burn those
who venture near.
I have a magnificence:
in the local heaven of humanity.
My name means something.
Those who don’t know me
call me OGLE-TR-122b.
I am lonely for the multitudes
to experience my warmth.
I am lost in the shape
of the vastness of everything.
And I burn my little way.
When felt,
I feel
truly seen.
I am blind to my own fire.
Big Ape Diary 
Lots of wonderful images burning bright.
I am blind to my own fire./I am firewood,/For billions of years,/temporarily blazing, – some favourite lines.
Great work here.
Trying to simplify, capture some child-like wonder… And the nature of being just a speck with consciousness … Glad you liked .
This feels both wondrous, and lonely – to me – at the same time … a bit of a miracle. Cool poem.
Then my work here is done S.
cool and the feeling of wonder is certainly conveyed …lovely ..thank you x
One to ponder, mysterious and powerful.
I was unaware that a star could be captured into words.
Beautiful, masterful artistry is shown here!
I love these images and feelings.
“Beam me up Scotty” 🙂
I love this : “I am lost in the shape of the vastness of everything.” So Zen.
Yes! Lovely!
You can find my Rally 4 Poets entry at:
I’d like to share another one with you, too, though, since the theme is related to your poem here:
Oh, and just a thought on your referring to yourself as a “redundant poet” in your profile-”Self-plagiarism is style.” (Alfred Hitchcock).
One spare and gleaming gem leads to another…
Jana
Thanks for the comment on one of my own favourites, Jana. 🙂