Many thanks to my friend for the use of her word chisel.
A small note in last week's newspaper
drew me to this nocturnal madness.
My alarm clock no doubt wondering
what insanity had possessed me.
Not bothering to dress, I tossed a
jacket over my pajamas and I drove.
I drove to the highest point in our
tiny town where cars lined up by dozens
and multitudes of the similarly unhinged stood
in slack-jawed silence,
eyes lifted to the firmament.
No blaring horns, no ill words...
no words at all.
Just blankets, pajamas and quiet goodwill
as we watched the meteors,
awe struck
at the splendor of the heavens.
Wow, I continue to love your poetry.
Especially because it relates to my love of space.
I'm going to watch the Perseid's meteor shower on August 11th, I saw it in my local newspaper too.
It will be my first attendance at a stargazing event and I hope it will be as brilliant as you describe it to be!
I too have left slumber behind to watch this display. You capture the beauty of the skies within the context of the awe and quietude that accompanies it. This is a beautiful piece of poetry, I felt transported into your imagery.
You really should write more poetry, every time you do I am in awe of how you capture a moment, the breath of the atom in that second...you are quite an awesome piggy!
I love the Night Sky. Always have.
The gatherings that you speak of are also very cool, all community, cosmos and hot chocolate.
I have noticed that since I live in the city, the street lamps on my block keep getting shot out.....
How odd.
Good Poem, Cool Meteors.
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