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.
Wow -- BEAUTIFUL!! I read "Stars" twice. Thanks for sharing and inspiring. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful. I will have to check out your archive.
ReplyDeleteCan 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.
ReplyDeletethis is lovely, thanks
ReplyDeleteRead this through a tweet posted by @drmstream. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJohn,
ReplyDeletegreat poem.
Good use "cradle of stars" linking with "son" and "twinkle". "disconnected" - "distant sparks".
"True North" - home and family, nicely and intimately phrased.
Fergus
Great poetry of what we all do...daydreams
ReplyDeleteWords really matter, especially when they connect so beautifully and relate with such meaning.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your 'deepest' thoughts with us.
ReplyDeleteWords have the power of magic when put together, as in your poems.
Lovely. Thank you for sharing
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