Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Stars

Another late train,
empty.

I sit and softly touch my temple
then interlock fingers
like armour
stopping human touch.

Out I gaze now, up and into
a cradle of stars, disconnected.

You have no warmth, distant sparks

but I remember a son
who knows the worth
of a twinkle, hug;
a pull towards
True North.

11 comments:

  1. Wow -- BEAUTIFUL!! I read "Stars" twice. Thanks for sharing and inspiring. Lovely.

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  2. Very beautiful. I will have to check out your archive.

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  3. Can relate to this one. Suppose we all can. Think I must do this a few times a day. And always think that about stars. Glad you take the time to remember these things.

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  4. Read this through a tweet posted by @drmstream. Beautiful.

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  5. John,
    great poem.
    Good use "cradle of stars" linking with "son" and "twinkle". "disconnected" - "distant sparks".
    "True North" - home and family, nicely and intimately phrased.
    Fergus

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  6. Great poetry of what we all do...daydreams

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  7. Words really matter, especially when they connect so beautifully and relate with such meaning.

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  8. Thanks for sharing your 'deepest' thoughts with us.
    Words have the power of magic when put together, as in your poems.

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