I know only the dark stars,
The black stars
The rogue stars
The dim stars
The stars that do not have a name,
the stars that do not shine.
And it is a simple task to set them all aflame
to cover these scars with shame.
When the day surrenders
And the grotto fills with games,
And dancing nymphs,
Pale silhouettes against a bright blue moon,
Flee through Her shadows
The dark star looking on,
Coldly in the dark.
The satyr in the park
With flute and string,
Singing with soothing dreams.
Surrounded by innocent laughter,
The pale thigh gleams
In the pale moon’s holy light.
I know only the rogue star
The one without a path,
I know only the black star
The one without a past.
I know the stream where laughter falls,
I know the spring where tears abide,
I know the stars that hide.
I know the words that cried.
I know the winds that sighed.
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Written August 5th, 2003
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I thinks you have this posted twice. Cause I know I commented on this. Probably said something ridiculous
but I know I commented on this.
Ya know, what boggles my mind is how there are so many different stories that go along with them - I mean it can be like one of those "chose an ending books" ..
Last night I saw a blue star and lots of other stars. And I'm keeping all the fallen ones in special location for future use.
Who the hell (no pun intended) is talking here? I get so confusal. However, it never stops me from enjoying myself.
Hey did you see the box gets bigger when you type so in essence I could go on and on and on and the comment box would accomodate my lack of brevity. Yup.
Go Steelers. Shhhh. Not too loud though cause that jinxes things. I wonder if there is a limit to how big the comment box stretches. Cause I could certainly go on and on and on here. Saying pretty much nothing. Hey there are a bunch of I's in this poem. You know I was reading this Mr. Pound poem the other day and it was Go Go Go Go Go nearly every line started with Go. Made me want to Go. Guess its the point.
Bye.
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Couragous, Bravo!!!
Cold and chilling. The repetition accentuates the poem very well. Whell structered and concise, each word is is't own best place. Keept writing! -
Simple and cool but you have chosen just the right amount of repetition to make this a gripping piece of work. It was refreshing to read a well-written, well-structured poem that found no need for wordiness and confusing phrases. (I refer to my own work here, ha ha). A breath of fresh air and most enjoyable.
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I enjoyed the mystical quality of this poem. It is very beautiful in words and appearance (blue on black).
Good job
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I know the stream where laughter falls.
Love that line. 'Tis a beauty. -
Twinkle twinkle black rogue star.
How I wonder what you are.
Or where you are even.
Loved the middle verse to this, "coldly in the dark...".
I won't lie, no idea what the title means but to me it read
great and I'm pretty sure the thoughts it conjured up for me were not the ones intended. (I'm stupid see) lol, off to read more
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I know what's left of yesterday...
and tomorrow is a journey away.
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"She who destroys the light" our dear Persephone and her cold and adoring husband. All seeds that bind and trap her for the times when above it grows cold, so cold. I don't know how much of the actual myth you were working from, but I see some of it. Very impressively written piece. She's one of my favorite goddesses, after Pandora and Kali. I loved this, really glad I read it.
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This poem resonates with my own feelings...
I know only the black star
The one without a past...
I hear the music on the wind.
I hear the breezes at my window.
I hear the stars whispering in my ears.
I loved this poem.
Thank you,
Maria
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Really loved the last stanza... excellent write. thanks.
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"With flute and string,
Singing with soothing dreams.
Surrounded by innocent laughter, " i think that's my favorite part :-))
This is lovely, what i think i like best about this, is that you may not be able to see those dark stars with no name... but you know they're there and you know them well :-)
Enjoyed this,
~ Wendy
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This piece. What a piece. Intense, shadowed - speechless.
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I like
I like the flow that this has. It was very easy to read, but very powerful. -
Your poetry is addictive.
Lisa x -
An excellent piece, Love the format and the depth. well done. bravo!!!
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I would gladly give you one of my stars... ~~~Val
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Incredible
What unbearable knowledge; what agonizing wisdom ...
Dark stars, tumbling in upon themselves, enigmatic for the blind onlooker, yet an open secret to the Ancient One. And as Persephone returned after the Winter to the Spring and the Festival of the Harvest and the wonderful and rejuvenating Fruits of Summer, so the onknown stars will be placed upon the Velvet Curtain to shimmer their Diamond Cut, their Carat, and their brilliant white Colour ...
"I know the stream where laughter falls,
I know the spring where tears abide,
I know the stars that hide.
I know the words that cried.
I know the winds that sighed."
Perfect Poet - He will take your words and fling it into the Sky, to gain immortality for your soul ... a constellation of stars - a mythology becoming sacred reality ...
Hugs.
Myra
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