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Oblivion is calling
by Patricia J ReedI long for the sky
That has always
Called my name
Reverie of the infinite
Has haunted my soul
From birth
Stars whisper
A fantastic lullaby
Winking
Like you know
The lore
Bodies have confines
But emotion
And imagination
Can bleed
Into the shadows
Where a molten moon
Can slip into my veins
And light
Seeps like vapor
Through my pores
I can ride the waves
Of the sun’s warmth
To the end of the line
Catch the tail
Of a comet
Holding onto
Some planet’s remnants
Shards of history
Effervescing
I want to feel
A star being born
Shockwaves
And radiation
Ripping through
Interstellar gas clouds
Where time
Is measured by eons
Planets are tantamount
To grains of sand
And the fabric of space-time
Remains imponderable
04/12/2023 Posted on 01/02/2026
Copyright © 2026 Patricia J Reed
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 01/14/26 at 01:46 PM In the vastness of the swelling interstellar gas, your pen ignites a supernova of thought. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/24/26 at 03:32 PM Spoken like an earthbound creature who sees and wants what's out there! The word Oblivion seems unsuited to this idea as you describe stellar and interstellar space and its objects with such elegance. Really a fine piece or writing. |
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