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Click heregrasping starlight with hopeful eyes
through the milky way which has been my life
wondering if heaven is beneath my feet
wishing for a shooting star to scar the night
perched on the edge of a full moon river
a pin head of knowledge of the vastness of space
like a flower in an enormous meadow
gone like the night, erased
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,500 poems.
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I wish you'd explained why the milky way has been your life. Your poem really doesn't expand this metaphor and hence, leaves me curious. I do like the word choices and line breaks.
Thanks for giving your poem to the masses.
Carrie
I cn see myself in the very same emotional position, and have a time or two in my years. Well played, well written sir.
and yet...you did it so well...big smile..blue
After the barrage of… actually, let’s not go back to it. This is fresh and original and the imagery is interesting, even touching! I did not see so much an acceptance of the vastness of the universe vs, the tiny dimensions of human life as I take previous posters did. I saw yearning and hope even if it’s temporary for breaking through the mystery of the universe. I saw some doubt too, reg. the direction towards which we should aim our search: up to the skies or down to our own earth (which is quite deep). I don’t say ‘stay celestial’, but I do like you being contemplative – very much!
Now here's one view of
Man's frailty and insignificance;
Another would have the wondrous nature
Of man so tiny
Grasping the infinity of all existence.
the vastness of time and space. grasping that concept always fails me. your poem makes it ever more so poignant.