sometimes when
I am alone
only the stars are visible
in the empty darkness
my mother’s laughter
twinkles from Heaven
and I feel the
narrowness
of my grief
The Narrowness of Grief
Breathless Heaven
only the stars are
visible when
the trees close their
eyes and lift
their leaves
in prayer
when this
pinhole light
of heaven
seeps down
breathing song
into leaf
into branch
into trunk
into forest
when shimmery
halo glitter
of ancestral
angels
cascades down
swaying waves
into oceans
into lakes
into streams
and creeks
for all the world
to hear
the music
of hope
for all those
still here
who listen
**first lines inspired by words photographed at The Immersive Titanic Exhibit in Atlanta, Georgia last weekend
Day 24 of #VerseLove with Kevin Hodgson
Kevin Hodgson of Massachussetts is our host for Day 24 of #VerseLove. You can read his full prompt here.
Kevin says, “Ada Limon’s amazing poem for NASA’s Europa Clipper mission – In Praise of Mystery: A Poem For Europa – often lingers in my mind, particularly as its launch into space is on the horizon in October. The sky is full of inspiration as is the mission of discovery. Her poem has me thinking of constellations, in particular, and how people across time, in different geographic places, have so often gazed up at the night sky and sought connections between the pinpoints of light, and told stories and created poems, and shared experiences.”
Kevin urges us to “consider a constellation as a starting point for a poem. Here is a list of the 88 “official” constellations.”
Connecting the Dots (Lepus the Hare)
on the screen
a couple hops
off a train
in Vienna for
an evening together
strangers taking
a chance on love
~before sunrise~
a palm reader
ambles over in
her flowing dress
and head wrap to
read their destinies
when the stars exploded
billions of years ago
they formed everything
that is this world
everything we know
is stardust, so
don’t forget:
you are stardust…..
you are both stars
then she walks off
into the night
where they go, too,
to do more-than-
stranger-things
before he recites
an Auden poem
the years shall
run like rabbits...
and so I
connect the
dots….{Lepus!}
because
As I Walked Out
One Evening
I saw them
yes, I saw
those rabbits
running like years
through the
meadows of heaven
through this
grassland galaxy
through this
Royal Fortress Meadow
Common Threads 