Part of the comfort of stars
is the marching procession
of empty between them. I resent
when you tell me not to look
at your finger as it conducts
my eyes. Its dull details––
scar from a compound fracture,
tendons that disappear
into walnut knuckles––
are more present than
the dim shining of the distant
and praise-hungry sky.
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10 comments:
Tonight when I look up at the heavens, I will see it differently.
Love the marching procession and the emptiness between... mmmm.
The opening line had me hooked!
Nice work!
Pamela
This first line repeats itself in my head again and again. I love it. Excellent response to the wordle. Bravo!
The first stanza is absolutely gorgeous, and your poems pulls me in until the very last line. I like how you contrast the realness of the finger with the distant dream of the night sky. Well done.
-Nicole
a wonderful reminder to notice what's right in front of us. :)
The near and the far, the light and the dark are all in your poem, balanced and poignant. An excellent use of the words from the prompt.
I love this poem. My Dad used to show the stars to me when I was a child and it evoked so many memories - and I used to look at his finger as well!
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I'm with the others, especially "marching procession/ of empty between them." and how the poem portrays -- so quickly -- a significant relationship & its complexities.
I also agree that "the marching procession - of empty between them" is just a magically written thought.
A magical piece - comfort comes from many places.
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