Open Poetry #26 |
Child Of The Stars |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
When night reaches out caressing my mind with daylight around me fading, when the stars are not points of light in the sky but torch light reminders of terrors I've seen, I know I must pause and retrace my steps before I let slip reality's reins. When morning sits and waits for dawn beneath the solace of the brightest stars I always seem to be awake waiting with it; my fears on hold, my timing checked, my thoughts in retrospect critique the evening's passage through the open doors and memories of my dreams. Child of the stars your secret's safe with me; without anniversary, or marking time, I celebrate the memory of your briefly focused life in the morning when I know I have survived. ©2003 by icebox |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
*When morning sits and waits for dawn nice thoughts It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you for reading and for your comment. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
It truly is a wonderful world though sometimes it's hard waking up to it. I enjoyed as always! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a mood poem...I call them that...this is one |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
What better time for introspection than while awaiting the dawn... Nicely penned, icebox... |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
Reading this mood piece left me with questions. The poet says that the star`s secrets are secure with him but I feel that the one with the secrets is the poet. It is almost as if the poet is projecting his feelings onto the heavens. |
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