always it is the stars
white and bright and twinkling
holding all their views
or different hued
when they are black or blue;
and Love of course, and You.
a fleeting glimpse of immortality,
then wives and homes and kids and cars
and plastic sacks at the end of the lawn.
or backyard cats
sleeping on the rail
catching all the dreams
put up for sale,
and then of course, the children’s clothes,
and everything must be just exactly as it seems.
But if they’ve touched Her heart
She will not let them go,
and along with coffee and the paper
will be something left undone.
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Written August 11th, 2003
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she never really lets go..... and I've never bought that dream, not sure I'm capable of it actually...
excellent write lute -
Whisper in my ear about this one Lute...tell me more ...
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Excellent
A Musing poem. I enjoyed reading it for it was very smooth but it also carried a wonderful statement to me.
always it is the stars holding all their views
(an early muse)
a fleeting glimpse of immortality
(words recorded forever)
and everything must be just exactly as it seems
(now lost, but oh, what was before)
But if they’ve touched Her heart She will not let them go
(sadly just a memory)
Fortunately you still write and we are blessed.
Well done.
John -
This is soft, like a goosedown quilt. Makes me warm... I liked it very much. ~~~Val
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Insightful!
Tried to comment a minute ago and things went a liilt haywire. Had shut down and reboot. So as I was saying, this poem speaks volumes from the eyes of a child. I like the last staza, that's me. Thanks for the insight.
Much Love,
Renee------------------------------------------------>Poetryality -
Wow, this is really deep... I can only just TOUCH on what the meaning is, considering that I'm still learning metaphors and symbolism in my spare time when I can.
I love the description in this. Very nice. Keep writing!
*Kate*
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