Night lights

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So stark the dark of this year’s ending

burned black and silent when birds should sing

but here and there are bright lights burning

friendships soft as feathered wing

and through the night the lights are shining

stars and owl song flutter bright

to frosty dawn the world is turning

perhaps some peace this year will bring.

 

 

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Photo ©joiseyshowaa

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I look from the window at the afternoon sky, clear blue brushed with gold in the west, drawn by a flock of red kites, sailing past on their sinister business, and when I turn back to the penumbra of this interior, blink, the seven stars of the Plough shine back at me, punched, glittering points, on my retinas, a gift of this bright sky that conceals the night.

Always

though the day weaves a blue blanket

to hood the earth

stars cluster

stretch from rim to dusky rim.

Blue star-fire

The Oracle gave me two poems today. Though I used two different word sets, the words and images are similar. I get the message.

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It brings wild colour to the morning

this bird-joy and laughter,

blue fire to the waking sky.

As some see stars in the dark

not ghosts, so our unclouded words

open the dance of the vastness of eternity

in a breath of night magic.

 

Ask and you will receive

or not,

but take the broken blue

from these old stars

and make the magic happen;

fly into the fire and sing.

 

 

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Flower explosion

For the Daily Inkling’s flower power theme.

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The force that drives the flower

is the power of the sun,

the thrusting molten rock in fusion

of deep earth fires.

Two furnaces strive,

two anvils, forging titans,

filling the universe with burgeoning stars

and billions of eyes to watch their ascension.

The culmination of this struggle,

burning gases, rocks

and the scintillation of stars—

a shaggy-maned dandelion.

 

There are stars

A poem for dverse inspired by this photo taken by the Hubble telescope.

Photo Credit: ESA/Hubble; NASA, ESA and the Hubble Heritage (STScI/AURA)-ESA/Hubble Collaboration

Extreme star cluster bursts into life in new Hubble image

There are stars beyond the stars we see,

And boundless are the paths they dance,

Through forests full of winking eyes,

Reflecting sunsets on the moon.

There are stars beneath the stars that shine,

Reflections of an inner sun,

Where firebirds rise from the ash,

In your deep eyes that search for mine.

Could I reach up with outstretched hand,

And pluck a brilliant from the crown,

A diamond strung from topmost branch

Of the world tree’s canopy,

I’d set it in your hair, to light

The darkness in the coming night.

Oceans of stars

A ballad poem because I wanted to.

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Stars strain at their moorings,

Ships that pass in the night,

On vast oceans of darkness,

And a path of pale moonlight.

 

Above the sleeping meadows,

And the stilly mirror lake,

The tide has washed the swans ashore,

and nothing’s left awake.

 

Stars that ride at anchor

In the harbour of the sky,

Wait for dewy morning

And the snow white swans to fly.

 

The morning star has faded,

And the swans flown from the lake,

The ocean that took you away

Rolls on though my heart break.