A hand full of stars...
tossed carelessly into the night
A glowing ball of dreams...
twirling around and
playfully chasing our bright, fiery
The thrill of the chase – the thrill
The game – never won – always played
on the daylight
as it prowls and
with the sun – set
(Eclipse: It captures the Sun, and in
regret, moves along... as easily as it
came... fascinated, only for a moment...
the Moon, “Let’s play the game.”) and
He is a glistening, golden
The Moon chases... the Earth looks up in pity as it spins...
the Sun – shine falls... and now I will say,
“Sweet and warm, lonely Sun, some things,
they stay the same.”
Are you a traveler?
Are you a swallower of time?
Have you seen all the sights
Do you bask in reality,
Or drink form a dreamer’s cup?
Have you chosen the path you walk,
Or did you follow a walker?
Are you visible in light?
Can you see in the dark,
Or are you ghostly and blind?
Have you taken any hearts
On your way through the night?
Do you mingle with the rain?
Do you argue with the air?
Do you dance with the trees?
Do you have star dust in your hair?
I stand and stare,
as if it were illusion.
And I thought,
shall I cry out,
but what would that prove?
No ears to hear me...
I suppose that is why it has happened here.
Shall I express my sorrows,
but what would that solve?
No hearts to sympathize,
only air to breathe...
That’s everything here,
Though polluted with my thoughts
it still serves a purpose.
There’s nothing for me to do now.
A clean white wall...
Quite an inspiration.
-- circa 1980s
Always an enjoyment. This material does seem to be written by someone young. The last part "A clean white wall...", that's me looking at the blank page, pre-poem. I want to draw on it, but I need inpiration.
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@tlhopkinson, I can see a big hair teenager, listening to Duran Duran in her room writing in her notebook. Am I missing the mark? Were there braces involved then? I'm drawing on memory from those days and you are a bit younger than me.
I really liked Eclipse. I have an affinity for solar system happenings....................... given that it was written twenty two years ago does paint a picture of a younger Iron Princess that had watched a solar eclipse and a sunset or two from remote location....................... I wonder what metaphorical transitions would be made should you REWRITE?...................... Not issuing a challenge............ just thinkin out loud.........
Killer didn't bite. I have to say that I can not think of anything that piece could be a describing as a metaphor. Perhaps it is more of a riddle. Always played but never won?
Maybe I should have elaborated just a tad more. @tlhopkinson has a style at present that is a metaphorical anomaly. My comment was to invite the prevalent changes that ' Eclipse' the Iron Princess' present style of writing...................
" A glowing ball of dreams" =Metaphor for Moon?
Noticed that line???????? Though I may be a knuckle dragger of sorts Dear. When it comes to reading poetry, I happen to notice everything I read..................... I happen to love that line too......... Mostly because I think it describes my libido these days............
I think this collection is my favorite of your older poems...all are wonderfully and creatively written! My favorite would have to be "Eclipse." The idea of stars being tossed to the night is a beautiful and magical one.
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