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Empty Stars
by Alison McKenzieI dont hanker after a ring anymore,
Nor wonder about the wedding.
Do you see the empty stars
That fade across a black sky,
Whos light is but a sparkle
Of a memorys yearning?
It twirls round my shrinking finger,
Catches the light of sun in the rain,
A long ago orb burning still
As a beacon of hope
In an otherwise futile time.
I cannot sleep,
But under closed lids
See the shifting geometric sands
Of another paradigm
Where you and I are
Inexplicable duality
Of individual unity.
Do you hear it?
Its a moment of clarity
On an ocean of mud
Thick and glisten,
Just glisten
11/27/2008 Author's Note: Even I can't fathom the underneath of this one.
Posted on 11/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/27/08 at 02:32 PM I really like this Alison. And all things fade with the age of the stars. And from the fathoms of the ocean to the nearest star is a distance, a gap, which some how you hurdle with your words. Like gravity which touches us all. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 11/27/08 at 03:27 PM Even mud glistens in the light! Hope is a beacon...keep on shining girl! Namaste MFS |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/08 at 03:58 PM Quite lovely, a mix of longing with acceptance. The last stanza does not want to leave my mind. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/27/08 at 04:13 PM ...ali, again you light the skies of meheart with the projected [inner] world o' mankind...my bows to you for dancing with empty stars, a Kingly endeavor, of course done by a Queen. touche! |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/27/08 at 10:29 PM Nice work. I really hope this gets POTD sometime. |
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