He said:
there are pictures in our sky,
two stars drawing together like lightning bugs
being called by light
She said:
jesus, such a beautiful shine one moves to
like moth to flame, indeed
They have said:
missing the mark and entering a black hole
spins two star so far apart
not even god can easily find them
to sort this out
It is said:
strange how voices stay put;
pasted to walls of a dead dark womb
are voices calling:
wait, wait
Author notes
Prompt:
" if you reach
for the stars all you get are the stars...
but we've found a whole new spin,
if you reach for the heavens
you get stars thrown in "
---lyricist Anthony Drewe, Anything Can Happen
50 – 100 wds
jpg is the work of kaibab
In a list
A contest entry
- Reach for the heavens...and the stars are free by kaibab.
1100 points, ended August 9, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a beautiful response to the prompt this is. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
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ty gf, I do appreciate your comments, always
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So many voices to influence our flight. Which do we heed, and if we choose wrong, what of us? And how long does our own conscious remind us that no matter how hopeful we might have been, that sometimes we knew better...but chose wrong anyway.
I can't get past the sound and the image of the "dead dark womb." Like the lights of your first stanza, a womb hold's such vibrant potential. To see it now both dead and dark is such a stark reality...one that most certainly would cause the voices to echo endlessly.
You entertained the prompt quite well, and in a definitely unexpected manner. I'm not certain if I got all you were trying to say, but the pictures and feeling here, the ideas presented give much to think about.
Thank you for your entry.
ten
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I love it when poets analyze what it is my Muse meant.... it is always correct when you do it..... there are layers upon layers of meaning here..and I am glad you caught on!
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Wondrous...I am left wordless to comment, this poem is everything the prompt could want!
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ty so much mallig, for such a nice comment!
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There is such hush,
awaiting rush writing heaven,
like seven sisters
in distant sheath,
the hunter underneath,
calling dog to hush the wind
when poet enters virgin skin...
so majestic a poem
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As you know, and possibly the only one I know of who just sits down and a poem comes burbling out...you know how my Muse works..it comes, from where, I know not for sure, but it does come the moment it is set free. Ty always for such wonderful comments that you always give. And, ty for the silver!
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