Husband was having a David Bowie fest this morning when I went out. His words inspired this villanelle.
The stars look very different today,
I can’t see how to paste them in the blue,
They fell extinguished when you walked away.
A million words I wrought to make you stay,
But on my tongue not one of them rang true,
The stars look very different today.
No dreams we dreamed still shine in light of day,
The sun, the moon and stars from hanging all askew,
They fell extinguished when you walked away.
Once we would watch in awe their wild array,
Let their fierce glory pierce us through and through,
The stars look very different today.
The future’s dead like soldiers in a fray,
Now darkness fills the void where comets flew,
They fell extinguished when you walked away.
Where rainbows arced, the sky is dull and grey,
Night falls, its glitter wishing can’t renew,
The stars look very different today,
They fell extinguished when you walked away.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Very beautiful words.
Thank you, Robbie 🙂
Lovely Description 🙂
Thank you!
Wow. This one resonates in a sad manner. How words can trigger such memories!
Some emotions and situations are universal 🙂
There’s a star man waxing in your words…. Beautiful, haunting villanelle!
The star man is watching over every word I write. Thanks Charley 🙂
At least I refrained from calling it a Major Tome.
Absolute beginners
put on their red shoes
to dance in the serious moonlight
and wonder
Is there life on Mars?
Haha! Now tell your husband to break out some blues or jazz! 😉
I’m afraid the youngest hijacked the music with The Clash. I used to like the Clash, but these days I find a little goes a long way.
Wonderful take on the line, Jane. It is a great line for a villanelle.
There are some lines that have such a wonderful rhythm, it’s a shame not to keep on using them 🙂
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A beautiful poem by Jane Dougherty who is one of my very favorite poets. Please visit her blog to read more of her poems and to check out her variety of published novels.
Aw thank you, Tricia! A Bowie inspired poem too 🙂