Stars of Wonder

Gold cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 23 Dec 2015
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They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
between stars – stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
to scare myself with my own desert places.
Robert Frost
 
Sleep evades me – one o’clock, or so...
beyond the window the water-logged blackness
of the fields – lit by a sometime-moon...
stretches out before me like bolts
of shot-silk.
 
The hoarse bark of a fox – the screech
of a barn-owl; they do not quake in the hot flicker
of a million stars, no more than they count
the hours, day, months or years
 
nor do they see how life was interrupted here –
 
the undinted pillow, the unkept diary...the rocking chair –
mocks me with its stillness, the shed with its blinded eye 
and gangrenous frame – once he made my sewing table in.
 
How I pick up my pen – seek to fill 
negative nothingness with my scribblings – begin 
and begin again, in my quest for a less lonely loneliness; 
 
my own, personal wilderness fuelled by a single star – 
knows nothing, and cares even less about things 
such as these;
 
even that evening we sat, we two, 
where a blueberry sky came down to meet 
a wafting shawl of pines, and saw a myriad of stars
all a-tumble, 
 
knowing when it’s time to be born,
to rise, to blaze, to mystify, to bedazzle...
time to fall.  
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

And still the world turns. Tilts, to be precise. This is a feast of unexpected imagery and surprising new perspectives on things we know. Deeply sad but has a keen sense of restoration with it.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Tilts, it surely does, Vera.  Your thoughts, as ever, inspired, and more than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Even when not sleeping, there isn't usually the energy to do anything very active or fulfilling, and the memories can fuel the desire to be having special moments or fulfilment. The barn-owl can't hunt much in the day, I guess, and we can't do much at night! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You're right about that barn owl, and these dark nights send most of us humans scurrying inside.  Many thanks for reading.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A stunning sense of place and time and timelessness.  Beautiful images.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

So very pleased you thought so.  Thank you for taking the trouble to tell mesmiley   Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Time to contemplate, to reflect on what you see around you. I like your musings in this poem, giving us an insight into your train of thought.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Time to just 'stand and stare' is what we all do, too little, I feel.  Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Jenny.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Most of the stars are around for billons of years... but even they 'end' at some point...

departures are sad, leave things empty for those still around, until they too leave, leaving things empty for those still around...

a moving poem, Tina...

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you for your words, Terry...so much truth within.

Tina

 

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Submitted by Shannan on

... that the pen you use to fill your loneliness, helps in its posted creation to fill our empty spaces ;-)

I watched "The Little Prince" movie version (about a third of the book overall) today and I picked up on the everything must pass and we shall say goodbye to everything in its time, and it is good, because we would take everything for granted if we didn't know it must be lost... Yet, I thank the Lord for HIS consistency and inability to be 'lost' or 'inconsistent' or 'not there', it is a comfort amongst the compulsory status of change for me, I must admit.

Just popped by to wish you a truly divine Christmas and a joyous set of moments amongst the tougher ones, where you can remind yourself that the tough moments are only there because of the divine moments ;) Well, as I see it anyway :)

So many cyber hugs coming at you and blessings for a glorious 2016 Tina xx

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

For a change, dear Shannan, I am lost for words.  All I can do isto  thank you, so very much for yours, and the wisdomw therein...'tough moments are only there because of the divine moments'.  

Cyber hugs winging their way to you, as I type, and may 2016 fulfill all your dreams, bar a few.  Those everyone needs, because dreams are both the heartbeat and the freedom of our souls.

Tina xx

 

Submitted by Shannan on

Totally my truth and pleasure lovely Tina. HUGSssssss

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

smiley

 

Submitted by celticman on

less lonely loneliness;' is a big call that affects us all. That distant star.  
 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Too right, celtic.