The Nothingness of Stars

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 08 Mar 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
hours, days, 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 neglected greenhouse 
with its rotting frame – once we made it a first in.
 
How I pick up my pen – strive to fill 
the arid nothingness with my scribblings – begin 
and begin again, in my quest for a less lonely loneliness. 
My own wilderness fuelled by a single star – knows
nothing, and cares even less about things 
such as these;
 
one evening we sat, we two, 
where a blueberry sky came down to meet 
a wafting shawl of pines, and watched a myriad of stars
all a-tumble, knowing when it’s time to be born,
to be high, to blaze, to mystify... to fade,
to fall...  
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Tina.

This seems to come from a deep and lonely place that only writing such poetry can release. The imagery is stunning and moving at the same time. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks to you, Bee.  You are very perceptive.

Tina

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

As a star dust being, any stars related poem makes me thrill, but this one got a special touch. Very nice, Tina!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Love that, tibi...a 'star dust being'.  How blessed you are, indeedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

Absolutely beautiful, as your poetry always is. I have trouble sleeping too, and instead of tossing and turning, I now shall think of you, sitting and writing poetry with the stars and moon in the shot-silk sky as your background.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jean - your words appreciated.  And those stars and moon were very bright behind me, last night, as I sat working..  I am so lucky that my place faces south, and I get quite a panoramic showing of the heavens, most nightssmiley

Pleased you enjoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Tina,

I think it must be a pleasure for you to look at the stars where you live, as I can imagine there are no street lights around. Inspiration comes from being in such beauty.

This poem just reminds me of those nights when it's hard to sleep and to gaze at the night sky if only from a window, gives thought to writing. 

Jenny.  smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You hit the nail on the head, Jenny.  No street lights at all, except a few solar lights I have dotted around the garden.  Pleased you enjoyed, and as you say, there is nothing more inspiring than gazing at the night sky.  It seems to put everything in perspective, somehow.

Have a peaceful Monday.

Tina

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

I like the mix of nature with your personal loss, Tina. The last verse is beautifully sensual and then the sad sharp end..

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, elsie for that 'way with words' you have; such, your trademark.

Tina