how the night sky changes

By littleditty

Tue, 02 Apr 2013
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How the night sky changes

when there is so much fixed in movement.

People fall by the wayside of a heart,

free-fall from a sphere of influence,

each a star, the centre of their universe, seeds

on a map - vanishing.

 

The other side of the moon is still there, of course,

as are we, here on the circumference of this sphere

where giants race to peer long lashes over the never-ending hill

like it were a rainbow, thinking gold would be to see you,

hold your small hands to say thank you,

 

when light is already there and here,

sensing what is missing and what is missed

by the brushes of blinking

when giants have stretched,

yawned and slept.

 

 

 

 

Heavens

whimsy

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I don't believer this, ld...That last comment I left on my poem, and I hadn't yet read this! Must be psychic...or something;-) Some wonderful imagery here. Especially:- "...where giants race to peer long lashes over the never-ending hill like it were a rainbow, thinking gold would be to see you, hold your small hands, to say thank you..." and 'brushes of blinking' great alliteration. This has to join the ranks of the many favourites I have of yours. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by littleditty on
thanks Tina -some good lines appeared, I'm on a write one or two a day whimsypoem diet, just revving the engine, blowin off the cobwebs! Thank goodness for this sunshine, this winter has been grueling cruel :( Viva! :)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Sure has, ld, and more power to that engine of yours;-)