Weekly Poetry Drop
Weekly poetry drop featuring When the Last Star is Gone, Refracted Light, and Silken Thoughts.
When the Last Star is Gone What will our world look like when the last star is gone? Still there, but no longer visible with our naked eyes. Necks craning, gazes seeking a barren sky so suffused with pollution we no longer have our ancient guide to light the way. Forced instead to rely on man made substitutes, that in their artificialness will never measure up to the primordial radiance of the stars we’ll no longer see. Refracted Light rainbows, mirages, the twinkling of stars all this beauty we owe to light refraction the straw that appears bent in a glass of water an illusion, almost time travel as light travels at different speeds through different mediums could we too learn to bend and create beauty in ordinary things? Silken Thoughts silken thoughts drape down my mind flowing weightless sliding through me like water enveloping me in fleeting comfort for when I try to grasp hold they crumple and crease not quite as beautiful as when they were free