Blackboard Baby

Blackboard Baby

facing a blackboard window
I have nothing but stars
to write with
they are chipped
and worn to points
they make a sound
that is silent
a dead quiet screech
of dark words

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I loved how you wrote such a beautiful piece of poetry in just few words..that is silent
a dead quiet screech
of dark words
...a dead quiet screech of dark words..beautiful!!!

[Doctor JKC]

The image of a blackboard window is unbelievable.
I want one! I can have one. I have one.

Excellent!
Jack

[cest la vie]

Beautiful, painful, yet beautiful write..
I adore the title..
Always a pleasure to read your poems

[Jibey]

I was struck by the paradox of the bright stars that we normally associate with dreams of delight, and the painful scratchings on the blackboard window.. as though the very things of or dreams can hurt and 'screech' (such a vivid word) - maybe simply because it hurts that we do not have them..

I loved your magic here, the tight economy of words, the intriguing imagery

[raining]

Somnolent and quiet the gift we search for we often find. Stars do speak out of the quiet don't they. This poem is a reminder of where we are in our cosmos, a short poem but definite and pointed, toward listening as we wait for further realization.

[Emily B]

your light is much appreciated . . .

[Collect-Eye]

Your writing, As Ed Stated, is brilliant even in it's darkest place..*hug*

[Ed Hart]

we are such faceted beings...some of the facets look like this...but, in your case, most of them catch the light so well they illuminate the days for the rest of us...oh, I think the sun is coming up now...