Reaching For The Stars
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Stumbling through the days has proved to be problematic. Even more so than what I'm stumbling for.
The reasons why I should break free stack higher than those that keep me chained. Yet here I remain. Here I stay within the walls of dying hope and happiness. Here I struggle to trudge through with smiles and laughs for those who will never understand.
I look to the moon and stars for a message. I lose myself within their power and knowledge in which they have bestowed since the beginning of time. Grabbing star dust, I sprinkle my eyes in order to regain a lost spark that once resided among deep blue knowing. Taking moon dust, I lather my skin to regain the radiant glow of my youthful lust for life. I pray the words I long others to hear, but in the past have fallen upon deaf ears. The ears that exist here... hear all. They understand.
Falling to earth; to reality I shed a tear for the immense pleasure that remains so short lived.
~ Written for dVerse Poets Pub
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beautiful. an aching I feel as wellReplyDelete
Thank you Sheila!Delete
First time here..Delete
Beautifully written poem.
oy i def feel the trapped-ness in the opening...and have felt it before in my own life...i love the bath you give yourself in the celestial...there is magic in that...but my heart pings again at the knowing it is all too fleetingReplyDelete
Yes, we find our escapes from the hardships of life, but all to often they only last a short while. Thanks Brian!Delete
the more caged we feel, the more we long for the celestial... a felt and honest write danaReplyDelete
Thanks Claudia! I know just about every night I walk outside and look up at the stars. That's when I get to actual think and ponder, a little alone time after a hectic day.Delete
The emotional core of this poem creates its own gravitational force. Crushing and liberating, ascending and falling we are drawn in orbit. I love the anointing in star and moon dust. Claudia put it best :).ReplyDelete
Anna, even your comments are beautiful! Thank you for this prompt and coming by to read my poem.Delete
the whole poem is dipped in goddess light, warm and smooth. i enjoyed this very muchReplyDelete
Thanks Wood! I really appreciate the kind words.Delete
We always seem to look to the heavens for answers, and there not always forthcoming but just the silence is sometimes just enough oh and the moondust... :) nice write~ReplyDelete
Exactly, I totally agree. Even if you don't receive an answer, just the process of giving yourself over to it can be comforting.Thank you for stopping by!Delete
" Grabbing star dust, I sprinkle my eyes in order to regain a lost spark that once resided among deep blue knowing. Taking moon dust, I lather my skin to regain the radiant glow of my youthful lust for life. " I really like the use of both star dust and moon dust, as pandamoniumcat said...looking to the heavens for what we need. This poem has deep feeling and great clarity.ReplyDelete
Thank you Mary! I'm so glad you and everyone else is enjoying my poem! I really appreciate you stopping by to read and leave me your thoughts.Delete
well done. i like the same line Mary points out, that is a great image, sprinkling the eyes with stardust. love the closing line as wellReplyDelete
I know that feeling, and you tell is well. We go to the well to quench our thirst. If our throat is dried with need again, don't believe that the trips to the well are in vain. They are necessary to life. Your writing is like a canteen. You can take refreshing sips without sacrificing your daily responsibilities. But never regret taking time to replenish. Peace & Blessings, dear one.ReplyDelete
"Grabbing star dust, I sprinkle my eyes in order to regain a lost spark that once resided among deep blue knowing."ReplyDelete
wow, this is so wonderful.
what a sad, amazing, beautiful work.
thank you for sharing...
Loved it, what a way you have with words. Very evocative. Thank you for allowing me to read it.ReplyDelete