Slumping Stars

There are evenings when winds of

darkness blow against the candle-light

of the sky, and the star’s shine sinks

into the sea to drift in the black tide;

it is on these nights that man is blind-

but content, minds able to rest in the

song of deceit and forget the sight of

streets collapsing underneath the

heavy hearts which pace them.

 

The face of problem hides, the hands

of beggars are hidden in the dim, and

in his dreams man imagines that Adam

had not sinned and we still stand upon

the blades of Eden’s grass- but with the

blossom of dew, the strokes of the sun

paint the world in the remembrance of  

imperfection, and the negligent shiver

in the rivers of recollection that drown

their thoughts in raging rush.

 

Tonight, the world is lit in fire and

from my window I can see every

cloth that dresses the dirt. So I wait

for a star to fall, the passion of hope

hanging wildly from my soul, praying

that the far foreign suns are thrown

from the sky, spit on by the lips of

sorrow, so that for a moment I can

imagine a world different from what

will surely come tomorrow.

 

Reviews

[David Michael]

It IS quite thought-provoking. And that's combined with splendid imagery - I can visualize this poem, which is saying something for me, as I don't usually have definite images accompanying me whilst reading.

It's also a style very different from my own - in fact, quite different from most people's. Which is cool, because it's then a challenge to read and understand. And yet, something about is all so fluid - it's not challenge at all to sink into your words...

[Zeek4]

Interesting and thought provoking poem Miss. Violet. Keep it up.