Poetry – Meaning


Forged in the centre of a star

                Where atoms are stripped

                                And split,

The molecules of my mind were created.

As it spewed its substance forth

                In a supernova blast,


The nascent energy permeated.

Into matter, carbon and DNA

                In wondrous meaning


As if all life was fated.

The unique fire was lit,

                A spark of consciousness,

                                Of life,

A spark that cannot be equated.

For without that spark

                The whole infinite universe

                                Is meaningless

In darkness unalleviated.

Opher – 19.12.2019

I find it hard to imagine and a joy to wonder at, that all the matter and energy in the universe blasted into existence in the instant of the Big Bang. That naked, basic matter, condensed in stars, nuclear dynamos of heat and pressure, in which the more complex elements were created.

So all the atoms of my planet and my body emanated from the inferno of a star.

Those suns spawned matter and give light and warmth to nourish life. They are truly the gods of the heavens. No wonder primitive people worshiped them.

But it is us that give this incredible spectacle meaning.

Poetry – Words are not enough

Words are not enough

Words are not enough.

They never can be.

Words paint pictures

But do they connect?

Are the words the same

For you and me?

Can words do justice

To a majestic vision?

A leaf in words

Is not a leaf.

A sunset

Cannot be described.

I use my words to paint pictures

In your mind.

But they are pale imitations

Of reality.

We always fall short.

Even our reality

Is a pale imitation

Of what really is.

Our limitations

Make us fail.

Our senses are too few;

Our mind too little

Opher – 18.11.2019

I am always struggling with realisation that what we see is not real. The world is filtered through a limited number of senses. There is so much we do not see. Our minds interpret the electric patterns and turn them into pictures. But our minds are tiny; our perceptions limited. The world we see is not the world that is. It is so much less.

When we attempt to use words to describe the world we must always fall short – for even the greatest poet cannot use such limited symbols that connect in ambiguous ways, to describe a partially understood phenomenon. We must always fall short.

Poetry – Cosmic Dance

Cosmic Dance

Life is a dance,

Without rehearsal,

                                Moves of beauty

Elegance and eloquence

Play out

                On a green jewel


Through a void.

                Each step

                                A glide

                                                Into the unknown

                                Each gesture

                                                                A motif of defiance


                                In joy.

Opher – 8.11.2019

My wife is a dancer. She sees the world through movement.

I too see it that way. It is beautiful.

The ripples of corn, the waves in the sea, the waving of branches, the shimmering of leaves.

A murmur of starlings, a shoal of fish, the breaching of a whale, the sprint of a leopard.

The waving of hands, the creases of a smile, the grasp of a handshake.

The orbit of planets, the radiance of a sun. The throbbing of atoms, swirling of electrons and flash of light.

All life is a dance.

Poetry – Wonders


Spinning atoms,

                Spinning stars,

                                Spiralling arcs

Of fiery sparks.

Lighting up the heavens

                Creating dreams

                                Where even reality

Is not as it seems.

Energy flies,

                Matter jiggles,

                                Thoughts meander,

Truth wriggles.

A whole universe

                From out of nowhere

                                A whole consciousness

Out of thin air.

From DNA

                To evolution

                                Amazing life

In rich fruition.

Opher – 28.9.2019

Anyone who is not in awe concerning the nature of our universe, the mystery of consciousness or the beauty that surrounds us, must surely be a moron.

Poetry – Life is the expression of art

Life is the expression of art

I’m real because I dream.

                I live because I think,

                                I wonder because it’s unreal.

Nothing makes sense.

                Wonder is all there is.

Dreams are the vehicle.

Life is the expression of art.

Opher – 7.12.2021

I was in one of those philosophical moods. Nothing is real. The universe is too awesome for us to comprehend.

Life is art. We’re making it up as we go.

Poetry – Where do you come from?

Where do you come from?

Where do you come from

                My brown-eyed boy?

From the Milky Way

                With its four hundred billion stars;

From a solar system,

                A planet close to Mars;

From a chemical soup

                Creating molecules that think

From a mutant chimp

                And a missing link.

That’s where I am from,

                Where I live,

                                What I call home.

Opher – 3.12.2021

I was watching The Universe on TV last night

It makes you think.

Poetry – Do Planets Dream?

Do Planets Dream?

Do planets dream as they embrace their moon?

Are galaxies dancing to a cosmic tune?

Is our sun prancing in great glee

As it hugs us with its gravity?

What is this beautiful music of infinity?

Something sublime including you and me?

I think I can hear it as I stare up into the sky.

It vibrates through me as I quietly sigh.

Opher 17.9.2019

I love to think of Gaia and the planets being alive. What is this thing we call consciousness?

Is there a universal vibration running through the universe connecting everything?

Poetry – So Much More

So Much More

It is so much more.

In the incredible dream of life,

Adrift within wonder,

Amid a zillion zillion stars

We also live within the greater mystery

Of the whole of nature.

For as marvellous as a galaxy

Is the splendour

Of a single cell.

Opher – 24.7.2019

Biology is a wonder; to study the mystery of life; to cherish the plants and animals which we are part of; what could be more exhilarating?

Poetry – Once


Only once!


In eternity,

                Out of nothing,

                                Into something!

From mineral

                To animal!

From mindless

                To conscious!


                Of how


There was nothing!


Opher 12.5.2019

There are the usual amazing things that boggle my mind – Like how a whole universe of zillions of stars came out of nothing – or how a bunch of minerals on a tiny planet in a minor galaxy all came together to form something that we describe as being alive – or how that life evolved to create feelings, consciousness and was even able to contemplate the wonders around it.


But hey – I don’t feel the need to create something even more fantastical to explain it. I’m content to be boggled.

Poetry – Today is Magic Day

Magic Day

Today is magic day.

On a planet,

Around a sun,

Breathing air,

Eating food,

Drinking water,

Walking among the trees,

Warm and comfortable,

With friends,

Listening to birds,

Watching bees –

It’s magic day.

Every day is magic day.

Opher – 13.5.2019

Life is magic. It is incredible. To think we have evolved, developed consciousness and live on such a beautiful world where we can appreciate it.

Every day is truly magic.