Star-light, like the sparkling shards of a shattered trinket
Caught in Freeze Frame
Strewn across the sky, in some unrecognizable pattern
As if to elude our comprehension
All I knew, and all I feared, I see in the beautiful, cold indifference of a liquid black sky
One pinprick of light, looking back at another
This is one more in my typical Style. Not as popular, but more satisfying somehow. I borrowed the last line from another poem that I wrote. I just can’t find it
Poetry isn’t for everyone, that’s for sure. I know very few people who actually read poetry. I guess it’s painting with words, finding unique ways of saying what you want to say, expressing how you feel
( while secretly aware of what a crock of s*** it is LOL)
I’m sure. I haven’t read a full book in years. I used to devour a novel in one day, now I doubt I would ever finish it. By the time I got to the bottom of the page, I had no clue what the top of the page was about