He had a star held
in his left hand
with white trails of pillows behind
in his left hand
with white trails of pillows behind
He heard the pumpkin growing
inch by inch
waiting patiently
for another turn of the sky
He smelled
the Earth gently puffing out
today's sudden rain
like it was the downpour of some desparate child
left alone among the crazed crowd of anger
and silence
kills it all
He kissed the star
and let it glow
alone
and the Moon rested on his shoulders
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This is lovely, Szelfosa! Beautiful imagery.
Thank you Karen.
This idea just hit me late at night one day...
SzélsőFa
Oh, SzélsőFa, this is so beautiful... The imagery is so enticing, and intriguing, so appealing to all the senses... Wonderful!
I liked reading about these strong shoulders.
Vesper,
I am humbled. Thank you.
Jason,
you must have seen into the subconscious realm of the poem, where something even I was not completely aware of, reigned. Great insight from a different point of view.
Very beautiful. I loved the last bit especially:
"He kissed the star
and let it glow
alone
and the Moon rested on his shoulders"
Paul
Thank you Paul.
I'm glad this picture resonated positively in many of my loyal readers :)
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