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Dear Bruce Niedt,
by Kristina WoodhillTo inform you
in certain terms
that Perseus,
my starry-eyed Father,
upon my
August 13th nativity,
let loose such
a string of
celebratory
exclamations
the sky fairly sizzled
forever fireworks;
like trick candles
one cannot extinguish,
i relish this delightful first gift,
each rotation bringing
me back around
to my cosmic cometic beginnings,
the sparkle in
my still young eyes
renewed,
though my gnarled toes
trench yet deeper
and my human
knees bend
to bear the weight
06/25/2010
Author's Note: Answer to Bruce Niedt's poem, Perseids.
Posted on 06/25/2010
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/26/10 at 01:06 AM A very nice write Kristina. Now I have to go read the piece by Bruce. |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 06/26/10 at 01:10 AM Lovely. And thank you. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/26/10 at 02:34 AM I love this, Kristina...and the inspiration delights me to no end! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/26/10 at 06:42 PM I really enjoyed this read. Liked your choice of words. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/26/10 at 07:23 PM Nice tribute. Very nice. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/26/10 at 09:31 PM Hey I know about this, saw it to, though I was a few years past nativity. I was awakened, told to "come see something I won't live to see again, but you might." Vivid inoculation into the cosmos. Thanks. |
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