a galaxy that’s full of dust and light
whole worlds concocted from another’s detritus
and man, so small, eyes closed against the night
a collapsing star, a chasm built in space
bodies far bigger than the mind can hold
a galaxy that’s full of dust and light
the solemn edge of routine morning coffee
an afternoon commute, traffics frustration
and man, so small, eyes closed against the night
the footprints of ancient giants, gods almighty,
crafting universal causeways with a gesture
a galaxy that’s full of dust and light.
the incessant, tender buzz of summer insects,
the long awaited smile of a friend,
and man, so small, eyes closed against the night.
the pure attraction of a sheltering sky
its depth, an inescapable allure
a galaxy that’s full of dust and light
and man, so small, eyes closed against the night
Poetry / The Universe / Writing / Yeah Write
“the pure attraction of a sheltering sky
its depth, an inescapable allure..”
Gorgeous poem. **
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Thank you!
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Oh sure, break out the villanelles.
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BAM!
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Oh, good – I couldn’t remember the name of the form.
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I only remembered because I wrote that godawful one, ages ago!
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I love how you combine the earthbound with the infinite–what a great way to use the (tricky!) form.
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I enjoyed how the frame of this poem pushes in and pulls out with every stanza. My favorites lines were the repeated ones. You sure do know what ideas to repeat. It’s not always easy.
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Thank you! It took me forever to figure out for this one. 😀
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Ooh, this was lovely.
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Thanks so much!
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