Stars fall.
Oh, indeed,
They do
And they
In their millions of
Shattered pieces
Find their place
Here and now
Mostly on the edges of things.
Look at these leaves
At your feet and mine
See the edge of every, single one
Encrusted with stars
Like opaque diamonds
That would dissolve
Under the crush of your foot
Or the heat of your breath.
This is the power and weight of life
Fast at work
Shattering illusions
In search of a pulse.
It happens.
Stars fall.
One Single Impression
39 Comments
powerful poem on many different levels. love your use of words...
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful interpretation of this excellent prompt. Bravo Sandy!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this very fine and harmonic poem, Sandy.
ReplyDeleteAn unusual interpretetation of several cliché words and images, refreshing :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is a powerful poem very nice indeed!
ReplyDeleteGoes well with the photo too!
Have a happy holiday!
I will never look at frost the same way again.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem that complements the beautiful poem. Thanks Sandy!
ReplyDeletei like that shot. it reminds me of the place here where the vegetables are frozen due to low temperature. that place is elevated making it so cold up there.
ReplyDeleteReached from Nick's (@Art and Poetry) blog...
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Sandy
wonderful play of imageries and words...
will keep visiting..
Seasons Greetings to you!
devika
beautiful... Who is Suzanne Horne? My heart aches for her family...
ReplyDeleteDear Sandy--
ReplyDeleteThis poem is luscious--thank you.
I went to Liquid Illuzion's blog after seeing your RIP for Suzanne--she blogged on the day she died--can you tell us what happened to her? She seems to have had an interesting life...!
Thank you for so much--
Happy New Year to you and yours--
This poem is like a diamond, shining brightly. The true poet is one who teaches us to see the extraordinary in the commonplace, to view the world in new ways!
ReplyDelete.."the extraordinary in the commonplace"_
ReplyDeletelovely..many thanks..
A perfect play on image and beauty.
ReplyDeleteI like how it comes complete, with the first line the same as the last, there's a quiet ordinary way of your words that makes the ordinary seem extraordinary
ReplyDeletebeautiful. i love seeing fallen stars.
ReplyDeleteLovely as always. I especially like the last 4 lines:
ReplyDeleteShattering illusions
In search of a pulse.
It happens.
Stars fall.
Stars fall-don't know whether to be sad or glad. But I liked the poem!
ReplyDeleteI think you see stardust the same way I do. You've described it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteEach of us knows a star that has fallen... Remember them well... honor them...
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of fallen stardust. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDelete"This is the power and weight of life
ReplyDeleteFast at work
Shattering illusions
In search of a pulse."
These lines said it all. Wonderful post
So powerful, the sadness hiding behind your words.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of the stardust being crushed, dissolved.
Beautiful piece.
Excellent imagery here,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this.
Simply wonderful... I enjoyed reading this very much.
ReplyDeleteAnd I always make myself believe that everything is F.I.N.E. with everyone I know.
ReplyDeleteNo place on earth are there more hiding places than in the human heart. (And so it was with Suzanne, as it is with us all.)
Thank you SO much for the beautiful poem. I was just another ship, passing in the night.
Steve
Many nuances to it. Love that photo too!
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This piece alludes to a surreal - yet very real element at work in our lives; there is no mistaking the finer "edges" of our existence here. Lovely and thoughtful, as always.
ReplyDeleteThe power and weight of life - strong and lovely! Nice post!
ReplyDeleteI let out a soft sigh as one tender tear slips down my cheek....
ReplyDeletenuff said.
Sandy, this is an extraordinary piece! Such feelings, such passions, and such loneliness in it. I will never look at frost the same way again. Very, very nice!!!! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI like your short sentences and straightforward poetics!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely put, Sandy. The ordinary stars fall just as quickly as the famous. The ordinary just don't get so much press.
ReplyDeleteYou also told me a fact of life. There are many others besides making babies. Death is about equal to being in its certainty.
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As stunning and breath taking as star dust !!!!
ReplyDeleteI did enjoy this poem. The lines: Shattered ieces
ReplyDeleteFind their place Here and now Mostly on the edges of things, is absolutely wonderful and makes the whole poem.
That is just an awesome photograph! Almost like sugar.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I though that frost on the pavement was made of stars that had fallen in the night.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful - a detail of creation captured in words!
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful poem Sandy! -- so many layers. This is my first visit to your blog. Your use of the frosted leaves image introduces us to a moment of awareness, of beauty in the ordinary. Combined with the (stardust) prompt as a catalyst, we can see the power of the poem to transform, to make connections and meaning out of the unfathomable, without explaining it away. You honor something here...
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.