Sharing Stars

Cherry

By Bee

Mon, 20 Apr 2015
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17 comments
 

Vale on vale, the diamanté night
winked out to the infinity 
of perpetual heaven.

He saw himself over the sea, tearing
stars from the sky with his imaginary eyes,
and felt the dread weight

of another incredible ending.
There was Dawn, over there, pleading
with Late Evening,

just to be acknowledged 
but only little lights appeared 
to gladden the sad of his smile.

Open your mind, dear Night,
to the invisible miserable, waiting
and watching the very same heavens

but from the opposite view
and bestow a glad kiss 
as impatient, she stifles her choir

with vaporous blankets to pacify 
hearts at each end
of these romantic tragedies,

the characters, covetous, devious, 
inevitably crying and loving the drama
of terminal vanity, as we die dreaming.

        The End

Certificate 12
Poem
Romance

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for reading and for the cherries. smiley

Bee

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Great poem, Bee! Oh like so much the idea of perpetual heaven and dying dreaming.
This is leading me to: "perpetual heaven dreaming". Hmm, very touchy, Bee!

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks so much, tibi. That's really nice.

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Intriguing poem, Bee

I like the idea of day and night as rivals, I've often thought about writing a piece on that theme myself, but never got around to it, but you have done a good job of it here.

Ed x

 

Submitted by Bee on

I hope you do write one on the theme now, Ed. And thank you. xx

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Wonderful personification, has a mythic feel.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Philip, I'm pleased.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Beautiful poem - very dramatic and picture-filled.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean.

Bee

Submitted by jolono on

Great poem Bee. Descriptive and dramatic. Could picture it in my mind.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Pleased you could picture it jolono, and thank you.

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

A fan of Romanticism and the personification makes this gentle piece floaty light.  A softer side of Bee, too! Hope ok Bee, I've been in BabyLand just surviving. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Getting soft in my old age! I loved babyland - hard work, but you don't get to return when you all too quickly come out the other side and wish you could. 

Enjoy!

And thanks for for reading. 

x

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

This is magical, Bee.  It had me in its spell from beginning to end.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

I'm thrilled you liked it Tina. Thank you so much.smiley

Bee

Submitted by Steve on

I love this poem. I would definitely send it to be published.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you Steve. I might give your suggestion a try. Thanks for the encouragement.

Bee