Stardust

Great, Scratch. It must have been a truly magical moment.

I hope all's going well with mother and child - and dad, of course! :)

Thanks Stan. Everything is fine thanks. I finally got round to a write as well as a read!

My wife said ages ago "Here's a challenge for you, Write something that's not miserable for once..."

This was what I came up with. Thanks for the read and the comment, it is as allways, most appreciated.

And thanks to the ed's of course. Big smile.

What a magical poem Scratch,

that all important moment when a baby arrives,
is so special. Giving life and seeing the magic
in a babies eyes.

I too hope you are all well, and that your little
one gives you many hours of pleasure.

Beautiful and thankyou for sharing.

Jenny.

Well deserved cherries, scratch. Yes, a newborn is certainly precious, and we gaze at them in a cloud of stardust. Have a great day with family time. Richard and Esther.

Wow, yes, a very magical and beautiful poem. Do you definitely believe in reincarnation then? I think I do. I think I believe in something at least.

Apparently, Buddhists believe that the human soul arrives in the body on the 49th day of gestation, which is also the same point at which the brain, and in particular the pineal gland, come into being. I think that's right. Fascinating if it is.

Thanks Salman.

Brilliant. Hard pushed to find a favourite bit, love the 'Slipping from your own inner universe' stanza, but the lines,

'Some midwives can see reincarnation.
“You’ve been here before” she said
and smiled that knowing smile.'

-they take the biscuit for me. As Salman said, a very magical and beautiful poem. Nice one :D

It's all been said, scratch. A beautiful poem that took me back to the birth of my two daughters...the youngest being born at home, whilst my husband discussed the finer points of the art of soccer with my midwife;-) Needless to say, she came out kicking!

Silver

I bet she did Silver, thanks for stopping by and for posting.

Thanks to you too Sid.

Thanks Richard, yes it's true - I'm loving it.

Jenny - thanks for stopping by, it's most appreciated.

Oh the joys of being a proud parent scratch as reflected in your poem. I also enjoyed Silver's comment immensely.

...`a little pink puddle of perfection..'

Wonderful!

Such a precious time never to be forgotten. Lovely.

Love the stardust theme, beautiful, beautiful poem.

"...Here you are, undeniable; a little pink puddle
of perfection..."

How true you are scratch.
ps
Give the new arrival a hug for me

Yes, it's truly beautiful, scratch. You've captured that very special moment in time so well. Lovely sentiments and I think I've caught some of that stardust in my eyes too... at least something is making them water.

It's been a long time coming, but well worth the wait. Congratulations on the cherries!

Trev

Scratch, sorry been away for a few days and desperately trying to catch up. Yep, its all been said. Lovely words, enjoy it mate!

Also meant to say. most importantly... congratulations to you and the mussus on the new addition.

Trev

Jolono and Trev, thanks very much for your kind, encouraging words.

new Scratch Congrat:
you and your wife.
Hello! just mentioned write
a poem,this is lovely. Words.
Once had a card every part of a baby
was mentioned like you have.
Love the star dust,and all you mention.
Then card had then for baby and all verse of precious mite!
A little pink puddle cute,nice.
Later mid wife,singing "knock three times
on the ceiling, if you want me.
Mine was working didn't see born,good.
Just ate an apple,said "has your stomache
gone down". Honestly! hard work.
Knocked over in pouring rain,going to work,she was two weeks early. Ah! memories, now married. Time flys. Just watch her how she grows,magnificent thing.
Photo while small,precious times.
Just seen cherries! yoo hoo! good.
julie x

"Slipping from your own inner universe
and arriving head first in this odd place
in a squash and a squeeze of worry and heartbeats.
Here you are, undeniable; a little pink puddle
of perfection; attached detachment."

- so many brilliant images in this stanza, Scratch. Great to read something new from you. Those final two lines are the prefect finish!

Magic xxx

This is beautiful! I still have goosebumps.

Thank you all for commenting, especially those members who I haven't earlier thanked by name.

Thank you.

I'm a bit late, as usual, scratch. Life...
But, Hey!, LIFE. Beautifully captured. On grandchildren now and lots of friends / rellies young lives bursting into the world. You sound a very happy man. Happy for you (and mum). Lovely poem. Great comments too!

Well go on scratch, this was well worth breaking my non abc participation vow for - beautiful detail, 'little pink puddle of perfection' is why I love poetry so much. The ending is pitched just right and balances the poem - never veers into sentimentality - just very very good. Nice one. :-)

Thanks fatone

“Everything is made of stardust,
stardust is what we are.
Scientists mystics and
midwives all agree;
We are all stardust – all things.”

Astral dust magic dust. A dweller on the threshold I cross the burning ground. The slipstream of the mystic past the bridge where angels dwell. Sing the song of ages and the dawn will end the night.

Sometimes I wonder about Van …

They say that once you break the chord you can never come back &

Thanks Nolan, especially for reading with such acuity regarding the last lines.

Sorry parsons, I did not acknowledge your kindness. Thank you so much.

And also Julie, thank you as well.

in a squash and a squeeze of worry and heartbeats.

Stunning work

Thanks Lavadis, very much appreciated.

ScoZen, thanks for your lovely comment.

Don't know how scratch but must have missed this. Brilliant as usual, I think everyone else has said what i would have said, one word though " Magical".

Big thank you Edenfalls for your time and lovely comment.

Man, what a blessing to be able to put all that into the confines of words - as big as words can go - the UNIVERSE within and without :-) Awesome

Many thanks for your time to read and for the super comment Shannan.

The best things come in little parcels. And with your poem you have just addressed the package.

Gives a new twist on childbirth!

'Attached detachment!' A great image.

Moya

I'm happy with that Moya! Thanks for stopping by.

And I think that "attached detachment" is the best thing that I've ever written.

true love, I'd say. wonderful, scratch.

Big thanks for the read and the comment which is as accurate as any I have received.

well done. had me belly laughing, a great piece. :)
I hope you are well? so sorry I haven't been in touch, its been a roller-coaster that's coming to an end now.

Keep scratching.

Andy

Hi alpha' so good to hear from you as always. Sorry for the belated reply and thanks for the lovely comment.

Hey Scratch, you're back! Everybody's missed you. There was even a forum called 'where's Scratch?' Great to see you, albeit as a few pixels

Nice one sid! Yep back I'm afraid....

A bloody forum topic??? What's the bloody world comming to?

Great to get a message from you, I hope that you are in fine fettle and that your creativity is burgeoning - if you have got any better in my absence I'm going to pack in.

7;))

Well I don't know about burgeoning. I cling to the hope that it hasn't died an ignoble death. Looking forward to your next post- which is somewhere in the pipeline I hope. ANd hoping you and yours are well

you are very welcome. take care

Andy

moonphish - beautiful poem about an awesome event....and i do not use that word often....i've been lucky to experience this first hand and i've loved the way you have expressed it....truly lovely

Nice one, thanks mate. She is now seven months old. What a joy, as I look at her I forget my troubles. Her name is Mary-Jo.

78-))

Mary-Jo .. hello to you xx

Enjoyed this Scratch. I remember writing a piece when my own boy was born (I cried my eyes out), but Stardust is quite magical.

Ooo this is very pretty I enjoyed it and still do (:
~Vannah

Really sweet poem, loved this. As an athiest i use 'stardust' as a way of explaining death to my kids, in that we are all made of the same stuff atomically and it keeps getting reused. good stuff scratch.

I love this! It feels pure, it feels magical and encompasses all the mystery of life, drawing in all the matter from the very corners of our universe into the moment of a child's birth, incorporating mankind into that infinite miracle, beautifully. The closing lines are very telling, very human but with with a deeper knowledge that nothing is truly ours, that we are all merely particles of a much bigger picture. Wonderful writing, scratch, a poem that lingers and encites contemplation.

I have just re-read this and felt I had to comment on it again. It is truly a beautiful poem about a big event. What I find so delightful is that you have expressed yourself in such a way that you have managed to create a powerful image of something as difficult as an emotion.

Sorry, Scratch, I just can't find the right words. I love the poem but I'm just no good at commenting. It never comes out the way I want.

Moya

Same here .. but l know you 'feel' it, and that's important xx

MOya, all you comments and observations are cherished by me whenever they come along. Thankyou for re-reading and saying that you liked it.

Hi denni1, thanks for stopping by again. Your writing is going from strength to strength and when we take the time to read and comment on other's work is one of the reasons that we all improve.

I read, but l just do not have the vocabulary that the others do! It makes me crazy !!

Thank you xx

beautiful. all i can say :)

Love that final line, scratch - from starry-eyed wonderment, back to reality! Hope all's well... :o)

K.

San, MS, Denni, KizWiz, music thankyou one and all.

You capture enormous fragility, hope and pain in a few words.No easy feat. This has made me sob. Glorious.

Thanks for reading and even more so for the lovely comment Vera. Yes my little girl has just turned one. I wrote this poem to mark her birth. She's lovely.

lovely :)