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The Stars

by Angela Thomas

Constellations. The Big Dipper. Orion; his sword. The Little
Dipper. Aries. Lyra. Ursa Major and her Ursa Minor. Gemini.
Hercules. I stare at them and somewhere, thousands of miles

away, you're staring at them too. I watch through milky
white clouds of light pollution and you stare through pitch
black silence that feels like your bed in the middle of the night

when it's cold outside. I slept the entire night through while
I thought about the constellations that we could stare out
over our space at. What was held in these fiery balls of gas

that caused us to bump violently into each other's life
knocking one another off balance with the force of ignition?
There's a new star somewhere, I'm sure of that. It gives off a

scorching blue radiation and it is magnificent to look at
as it burns slowy and steadily, reminiscent of another cosmic
attraction that the universe dealt just a few months ago to me and you.

12/05/2005

Posted on 12/05/2005
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/05/05 at 05:33 PM

I was wonderfully surprised, as this poem went along. I took me someplace other than the obvious. Nice writing.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 12/08/05 at 03:22 AM

Yes, external causes internal but then its the other way round too.

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