star of India

 

her height so far above the norm   that average can but recline in a green   pedestrian   floundering fugue of metered rhyme   and look above   as to a star   and wonder if mortal soul   can reach it in a lifetime     the answer is a sky clear of cloud   where words by comparison   (to hers)   are unrequited promises   feted to peter out   into retrospective oblivion   and a lingering sadness of work   mind / feet / doomed   to be forever bound   to terra firma and   its mediocre miasma     she shines like no one else   a welcome dawn   whose shards puncture   through my cognition   with precise   literary provocation     she is a burning star   upon which to wish

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

I have always loved these words.I like it a lot more with how it has been revised.I like the last few lines..
she shines like no one else



a welcome dawn



whose shards puncture



through my cognition



with precise



literary provocation





she is a burning star



upon which to wish
'i like whose shards puncture my cognition'..particularly.
You are as always brilliant with words.

[Wildfleour]

Absolutely exquisite, Alan. I liked your creative use of punctuation (ala e e cummings). Your words, however, are what created the fluidity of thought and emotion.