I'm Not Here to Talk to You...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Fri, 19 Jun 2015
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I only came out for the stars,
but seeing as I’m here, so...
how are you?  Seven years
it’s been now, and I never
get used to it.  Talking to you;
not knowing whether or not
you can hear me.  Whether
or not you’re still wearing
that floppy blue hat, daisies
on the rim, and speaking
of daisies, I’d be surprised
if He would have let you in
with that tattoo on your wrist,
but then, I guess, anything
goes nowadays.  But, I
didn’t come here to talk
to you...let alone a tree.
No...I only came out here
for this trembling of stars
and to offer up your name
to the wind...on a wing
and a prayer.
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Submitted by love_writing on

Beautifully poignant poem. I found the lines 'never get used to it' and 'with that tattoo on your wrist' most heartbreaking. Grief leaves a scar that we'll always carry...yet carry on we do. 

love_writing

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

..and carry on we must. 

Tina  

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Can you see the stars clearly where you are? When we were down in Pembrokeshire we got out on a clear night and it was good to see them so much more clearly (not that there is too much light pollution here), though we had to wait til so late for it to be really dark!
It must be nice to get out on such a night to think above all your other problems as well. Rhiannnon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your words reminded me of a hymn I used to sing in my infant school days,

'Can you count the stars thar brightly twinkle in the midnight sky....can you count the stars to lightly o'er the meadows floating by?  God alone doth mark their number with his eyes that never slumber. He hath made them, every one....'

And the answer to your question is, yes...we are more than fortunate.  Just fields for neighbours.  

Rhiannon, I thank you, for bringing these words alive for me, and for making me realise how fortunate I am...how fortunate we all are.  The stars put on a show for free, and I guess it's a question of how to balance human-kind's inherent need for light, and the delicate balance of nature.

Your thoughts inspiring, as ever.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Really beautiful poem. I loved this - it was so captivating.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ae...thanks, so very much.  

Tina

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

epically beautiful, you are sustaining people and memories with your wonderful words

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, stephen.  A lovely thing to say.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Using them old stars as an excuse! It's like a telephone conversation with Heaven. would like to hear this read in a theatre with a cavern of twinkly stars above. It's so pretty and has a cheeky charm despite the sadness, a few casual quips that really stay with you, it's a powerful piece.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Twinkle on, Vera...twinkle onsmiley